When Rasu ran over, he was under the assumption the victim was a stranger. The instinct to rush to the aid of another didn't obey laws of acquaintanceship; he saw trouble and his body moved.
So when the voice calls out his name, and the voice of the person he'd be looking for no less, it jars him. He whips his head back in mild horror.
"Mizuki?!"
There's no time for any further conversation. The attacker is fast approaching and rearing his bat back for another strike. Rasu takes one second to gauge and snaps his leg up. He yells as the kick smacks under the jaw.
The impact is audible, followed quickly by an angry howl of pain that causes the assailant to stumble backward and cup his throat through a string of coughs.
It may not be a stunt, but neither are Rasu's skills mere theatrics. He regrounds his balance after the kick, uncharacteristically quiet as the adrenaline rushes through his body. His focus stays squarely on the opponent. He may be stunned for the moment, but there's no guarantee he's done.
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So when the voice calls out his name, and the voice of the person he'd be looking for no less, it jars him. He whips his head back in mild horror.
"Mizuki?!"
There's no time for any further conversation. The attacker is fast approaching and rearing his bat back for another strike. Rasu takes one second to gauge and snaps his leg up. He yells as the kick smacks under the jaw.
The impact is audible, followed quickly by an angry howl of pain that causes the assailant to stumble backward and cup his throat through a string of coughs.
It may not be a stunt, but neither are Rasu's skills mere theatrics. He regrounds his balance after the kick, uncharacteristically quiet as the adrenaline rushes through his body. His focus stays squarely on the opponent. He may be stunned for the moment, but there's no guarantee he's done.