The bounty hunter realized that his arms were very tense after his previous attack as Raine responded to his previous command, but ignored his realization. [i]I’d rather lose form than agility,[/i] he thought, his frown gradually melting away as his opponent started to move. At first, Flake lifted his foot up to counter a low-sweep, anticipating that the assassin wouldn’t risk a head-level attack against him. To his brief dismay, his prediction ended up misleading him, however he managed to shift his weight back just in time to avoid her foot. 

He spent the next few seconds jumping back up to his feet as Raine mercifully retreated, giving him time to ready himself once more before advancing with another simple punch. This time, Flake anticipated a high attack. At the opportune time, right before she hit him, Flake dropped to a crouch to Raine’s right and kicked low, targeting Raine’s right knee with his left shin to catch her advanced leg.

[hider=on hit]
Flake twists his leg on contact with Raine’s, locking his foot around her ankle, and turns so as to use his other leg to push her forwards, force tripping her. He then releases her leg and calmly gets back up, commenting, “you almost had me for a second there,” before offering her his hand.
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[hider=on miss]
Flake’s leg continues through his kick and a hidden bruise sharply lances through his entire right leg, causing him to topple over on the ground. With a surprised squeak, the bounty hunter rolls onto his back and grasps his tense leg, frightened by his inability to move it. He felt a thousand needles shooting into his leg as he forced himself to straighten his leg. After a few seconds, the pain subsided and his leg was fine once again, however he remained seated, looking up at Raine. “I sure wasn’t expecting that…” he commented, averting his eyes back to his leg after speaking, his cheeks hot with shame.
[/hider]