The unmistakable feeling of tearing flesh reverberated through Balance, meaning that Arcturios had struck Ryu, but perhaps not in the intended location. From his foe's hand came a stream of blood that quickly saturated his handwraps with red. Yet his temporary victory was surpassed by the growing intensity of the pain in his wrist; his determined foe was pulling hard, and he was pulling down, even a direct hit from his savage weapon to the hand did little to deter his assailant.
It was going to break. If it broke, it would not only have been agony, but would have spelled potential doom: wielding a polearm with one functioning arm is far harder than it is to do with one hand, no matter how skilled he was. There were only a few options left to him to avoid such an outcome: get behind Ryu with a circle motion of his own, lessening the pressure on his wrist as the pressure on the joint is released, or make a mad attack at the legs of his opponent.
The pain was near enough blinding, but through the flashes of red he twirled back around Ryu, attempting to move faster than he to get behind him before he, himself, had his opponent behind him. As he moved the pressure on his wrist seemed to fade, though it left a lasting ache that would prove an annoyance in the fight to come. It was then that he lunged (though the two warriors were side to side) with a dirty strike from his head, making an attempt to slam it into Ryu's temple, aiming to stun him for precious seconds - enough for him to break free from the iron grip.