Underneath the Willow Tree (Open)

So now she was goading him? She seemed pretty confident in herself, claiming she'd let him have the first hit. He didn't care if she was lying or not - she'd already gotten under his skin. He felt like de-stressing, and maybe the sound of his fist breaking her nose would help him ease up. She may have been older, but that alone didn't mean anything. He'd taken on plenty of people older than himself. She'd just be another name in a list.

Without any warning he darted forwards. He was quick on his feet, closing the distance between them relatively quickly. As soon as he was right in front of her he snapped his left hand forwards in a sort of flicker jab, appearing to aim straight for her face. Its speed was impressive, but it wouldn't hit. A moment before it would he'd draw it back, only to swing at her face with a right hook instead.

Takeshi was a kid who'd been in a lot of street fights. He knew a thing or two about fighting fair. Namely, how not to. Pulling feints, throwing sand in their eyes, biting - he'd learned that these kinds of things weren't just useful, they were necessary in a fight. This woman would soon learn that above all things else, he was a dirty fighter. If she was expecting fairness, she would have to look somewhere else.