[Being so familiar with soccer, Fubuki knows that even in the heat of the moment holding onto someone flailing so wildly is a good way to wind up with one or more broken bones. He's quick to let go of Vincent's wrist for that reason, wanting to save himself from that sort of injury, but the threat the older boy poses isn't eliminated by releasing a limb.
Fists and feet land several blows against him, and while he does his best to strike back just as hard for every kick or swing Vincent takes, his own attacks begin to slow.
In fact, it isn't until he finds the teacher physically throwing herself between Vincent and him that he even realizes that he's sprawled on his back on the ground with black spots in his vision. How?! How could have lost to someone like that...?
The teacher holds her arms out to keep Vincent away from Fubuki, her obvious fear of the young male in front of her painted all over her face. Nevertheless, she refuses to budge.
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Fists and feet land several blows against him, and while he does his best to strike back just as hard for every kick or swing Vincent takes, his own attacks begin to slow.
In fact, it isn't until he finds the teacher physically throwing herself between Vincent and him that he even realizes that he's sprawled on his back on the ground with black spots in his vision. How?! How could have lost to someone like that...?
The teacher holds her arms out to keep Vincent away from Fubuki, her obvious fear of the young male in front of her painted all over her face. Nevertheless, she refuses to budge.
"Get out of here, you hooligan!"]