This time, she actually managed to hit him. Majima fell, joining the snake on the ground. With a grunt, he just barely caught his fall with his hands. There was a smirk on his lips as he soaked in the exhilaration of a well struck move, but it was quickly replaced by the thrill of a counterattack.

His legs swept up and around like a windmill, striking anything or one in range. It was a recovery move that looked like it belonged on a breakdance floor, but hit with a wide radius, and got him back on his feet.