While his opponent expressed his rage with wild slashes, this would be a blessing in disguise for the under siege boy as the blows would be uncoordinated, so his eyes would be spared further damage as his arms protected his face. Though that would be a small comfort to him as his arms would become covered in the same inky blackness covering his face as they were cut up from the swings filled with a righteous anger. And the tanned boy wouldn't be the only one, Yosei being filled with an unrighteous yet seething hatred for this boy who's name he didn't know. It didn't matter though, he'd tackled him when distracted, tried to slice out his retinas, and now Yosei was ready to end the tanned nuisance.
His eyes would start to feel better now that they weren't being gouged or cut open, yet he didn't need to see to realize that the attacks had gotten slower, only one hand was stabbing at him now instead of two. And he'd pounce, swinging at this small opening at where the head should be, as just as being on top meant that there were options, it also made it predictable on where the head should be to punch. And thus Yosei would spring his attack the same time he was attacked, not in the face but instead somewhere more vulnerable.
Tota would probably hear the shout, and Yosei would reflexively sit up from pain, pushing against Tsubasa's weight with his own and potentially, and not really purposefully, trying to throw off the tanned boy who was on top of him. And all of these things would hopefully cumulate for the boy into one large disruption. An interruption in the immediate grab for the rock to give the boy who's red eyes were now tearing up time to notice after his recoiling. Give him enough time to grab for the rock himself, pushing and tugging with the tanned boy for the weapon of power. And while Yosei might be better in fighting, while he was quite possibly stronger than the younger boy, he was also weakened. Weakened from his fight with the boy who was now facing off against Tota, weakened from having his arms sliced up, weakened from exhaustion. And in this tug of war, his hands would slip, and the rock would be enough to put him out for this fight.
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