It was back again, the deranged smile of a boy from a deranged clan, though this time the aggression behind it was leaking. His face twitching with each thwack, with each smack against the ground, going from a creepy grin to almost frustration. Frustration that he hadn't yet won this fight. He'd been dominating it, he was still dominating it, atop the boy as he introduced the now dirty faced boys head to the ground. Yet his face was equally dirty, black smeared all over, his blood from this boys attacks. He'd been in control for most of their match, so why was he so damaged, how had this boy managed to do so much with so little.
Any other person might re-evaluate either strategy or the strength between them, that this fight was more even than he'd maybe realized. But as he kept trying to concuss his opponent, that wasn't on his mind right now. All he wanted now was to break the boy beneath him, beat him until he stopped moving, stopped fighting back. Until that head of his was as damaged as his own. And he'd drag his opponent to his level of ruthless fighting when the boy pressed his thumbs into his eyes.
AHHH! He'd yell and recoil, no longer smacking the grey haired boy's head as he tried to protect the one place his beloved blood couldn't reach. And that blood would smear even more across his face as he rubbed them, though his vision was blurred. Their scenarios from a few moments ago now switched, with him being the blinded one. But the aggressive boy didn't retreat. Instead with his other arm he searched half-blindedly on the ground, patting around until he gripped something solid. Then he'd swing it where his opponents head had been last. The games were over, and real danger was setting in.
Though if he hit, he thankfully wouldn't be able to follow it up when something solid smacked him from behind. Not enough to do any real damage, not like the blows he'd been trading with his new hated enemy. But enough to hurt, enough to make him turn around.
Who the f-.. He was no longer smiling, but scowling at who it had been that decided to get involved now. And that would be difficult given he'd just been gouged in the eyes. Thankfully the blurs had shapes and colors, and he that was surprisingly useful. As for the first time this entire fight, he'd actually see the status of his own team. The blob with black hair, standing over the tan blob, yet not making any other move. And by him a blue haired blob, we'll behind the blob approaching him. Another tanned blob, that after rubbing his eyes again would reveal it was the boy one.
Useless...All of them... It was clear that his blob team had been out maneuvered.
Though he himself was distracted now, no longer watching the boy he'd been caught in a hellstruggle with only moments ago. Too distracted to see whether he was still stirring, or even more. Though that wouldn't last for long, as if he was able and not interrupted, he'd turn back to the hat wearing boy and hit him as hard as he could in the face, though without the rock thankfully. But it was also clear that this blow was meant to finish their fight, as he prepared to start a new one.
-Yosei has thrown more attacks yet they're equally damaged, is he bad at fighting? We'll let the ground answer as he keeps trying to smash Tsugimes head into it until he stops moving
-Gets eye gouged for his troubles (and brutality), recoils back and is no longer head smacking as he grabs his eyes
-Reaches out blindly until he grabs something solid on the ground, and tries to smash Tsugimes head with it
-If he successfully domes Tsugime, he actually doesn't follow up as he's hit from behind
-What the F indeed
-Can't really see great, but is now looking at his side field for first time and can at least tell which blur is which thanks to everyone being color coded
-Is not paying attention to the boy he just skull cracked with a rock. And if he doesn't pay for that tries to finish off Tsugime with a finishing punch, before raising to meet Tsubasa