┏┛ The pressure slamming against his chest which would have cracked any individual’s ribs one by one. Had merely caused the air to have been knocked out of him, coughing out every bit of it. A few seconds of time having been lost to him as the moment in being struck caused the dragon to be winded. Without hesitation though, the moment his conscious flickered back into action. With such electrifying pursuit, he grabs hold of Motochika’s arm and lunges it to the side meanwhile pivoting on his one foot whilst his other came up with such force aiming to kick his head right off.
┏┛ “WHATS WITH THE FACE CHOUSOKABE? THOUGHT YA WANTED TA PAHTY!!!!? ☈
[ It could have been the confidence that blinded him after the successful blow to the Dragon’s abdomen, or perhaps the fact that he was all too quick for Motochika to even catch swiftest glimpse of his movements? That grin he had donned so proudly was completely wiped from his features the moment his arm had been grabbed and jerked in a direction he hadn’t foreseen– and before he could even protest, a shin – or a foot – collided with the side of his skull (a very painful feeling, if you weren’t hard-headed as he was).
He reacted accordingly, despite the decrease in impact, that single eye widened at first, then winced as his largely structure began to stumble, his vision faintly blurred– but an abrupt assault to his noggin wouldn’t prevent the proclaimed demon of a pirate from fighting further. Although his own motives were moderate, there were occasions where he could be nimble– and this had been one of them. ]
[ A punch would have been effective, maybe– or even a kick like Masamune had performed, but Motochika had a better idea– his way of doing things. The pain in his head was still present, but that was eventually amplified the moment he jutted his forehead forward, hoping to at least make a fortunate strike with the Dragon’s own. ]
“KEEP YER’ DAMN MOUTH SHUT, OR I’LL SHUT IT FOR YA’.”