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It was strange the fact that someone had been so dizzy yet could easily avoid such fast attacks, afterall seeing multiple targets would putt doubt as to which direction the real hit was coming from, meaning it would be easy to dodge the wrong image annd even move in to a shot. Kuma shrugged it off as his foot was grabbed, noticing the shift in Foust's body Kuma pushed up with his foot, lifting him into the air as Foust's foot came across, he used it liike a stepping stone with his free foot, pushing up from it again to lift him a little higher, he was now above Foust, his foot still gripped. Letting gravity do it's works he slammed his free foot down on Fousts hand to force him into releasing it. As he dropped to the ground he slammed his open palm into Foust's face, following it through putting a great downward motion force upon Foust.

This would atleast knock him downward if not slam him into the ground with his head cracking off of it. Kuma wasn't aimingg for big injuries but had a full intention of testing Foust in the most random of fight styles, this would definately give him less of a worry when fighting a hollow with no real thought behind their technique, simply going for a win. Kuma didn't even care for a win hhowever, he was just in it for the fun.

Kuma had reached the ground with a hand as he was thrown and pushed himself up to his feet before rolling backwards in a smoove motion, completely avoidin Foust's kick as he moved under the foot. Moving up to his feet as Foust still had his leg out Kuma grabbed it and pull it down as he forced his knee into the side of Foust's leg, right by the knee joint to force it in a way it shouldn't go. At the same time he brought his right arm down in an elbow to slightly higher up the leg to further damage the joint. His grip still intence so the leg would begin going numb from lack of blood circulation. Kuma was focused and nothing was going to cause him to lose his goal of landing these strikes. Simply waiting for his next move after this.

The tables had turned now as Foust had been captured, however Kuma had moved for the strikes as soon as he caught the leg giving Foust next to no time to notice he was caught let alone react.

Kuma felt the sharp pain as the kick crashed down upon him, gritting his teeth he yanked down on Foust's leg as he dropped his body, this was in order to to drop him to the ground. Letting go with his hands he let the body drop as he jumped back. Breathing heavily from the continuous movement both had to be drained heavily. Coughing slightly Kuma took a quick swig from his whiskey bottle as he waited for Foust to stand strong for the final blows. Kuma gripped his fists ready to give it his all. He respected Foust and knew that he had skill, even though they hadn't given their all they had performed well and caused damage to one another. Returning the bottle to his belt Kuma looked on to Foust as he untied and removed his hat, dropping it beside him the wind picked up slightly. "I have enjoyed our spar, shall we finish it with a bang?" Kuma asked as he knew even though he wasn't badly injured he was too tired to continue for much more.

He shifted into a stance, his body facing sideways with one arm low, covering the front of Kuma as the other rest beside his chin, ready to attack. He bounced on the spot as he waited for Foust to prepare himself.

Kuma found the stance's almost funny, the two of them, waiting...waiting. It couldn't have been much more dramatic, but just to try Kuma took another drink, followed be a sigh as if it had suddenly became more harsh on his throat, he then wiped his mouth with the hand that had the bottle in and threw it to the ground. The whole time with a stern look upon his face, keeping his eyes on Foust's. It was the perfect time, just like in all action scenes, the two fighters have their final charge, one would come out victorious, one would not, either would be happy to have such an epic end to a spar though.

Kuma gripped his fists and prepared himself. Sprinting forward he decided it didn't matter if he won or lost but simply one final blow would be nice to land. Darting forward, he waited until he was a couple of feet infront of Foust before he dropped his body as he ducked down and circled his torso, coming up of foust(the direction his body was facing, not the way he was looking) He brought up a right fist to come in as a hook aiming straight for Fousts head, the shot was quick and had power but because of Kuma's momentum his body still wanted to keep moving past Foust, meaning he couldn't throw enough power into another shot to land a good combo, he had simply thrown a left hook to follow quickly behind the right, hoping to catch Foust off guard, but his momentum had taken to much now and Kuma couldn't throw any more punches that had potential.

Kuma simply felt the air as his hands missed their target, Foust had already shifted behind him and as he dropped his foot into the back of Kumas knee it helped in a way. Kuma moved into a roll as his body had began to drop from the kick to the back of the knee. Standing a few feet away from Foust Kuma caught his breath and watched on as Foust stood, still looking ready. Kuma too had great stamina but the shot earlier to his shoulder sent some kind of wave through to his chest, causing his breathing to be slightly off compared to usual, however Kuma had managed to correct it by now and as he regained his energy he smirked to Foust in his playful way. He decided he would let Foust attack first as Kuma was far more skilled at counter attacks, yet he hadn't had the chance to show it to his friend. Waiting in his usual stance he beckoned with his hand that rest beside his face.

Kuma watched as Foust ran at him. It was what he wanted but he had to be lucky to get the perfect attacks to counter. As the first kick came up Kuma was waiting for it, he decided for what he had planned for it he needed it to contact him in the slightest so that he could use it against Foust, however it stopped and pulled back, this surprised Kuma as he watched it happen again but this time faster. Kuma now had the trouble of having to see if the attack was a fake or not, after all it was only that he wwanted the kick to contact before he made his move that saved him, otherwise he would have moved in and fallen into the trap.

Kuma had no time to contemplate the change in tactics as Foust moved behind him, twisting his body and ending with his foot coming toward Kuma's head, with speed. Kuma dropped his body down to duck under the attack. He lifted his hand as he ducked his head to catch the foot, it had alot of power and Kuma had to grip it hard in order to catch it. Slamming his spar hand down he smashed it downward aiming for Fousts knee, it did not have full power in the blow but enough to weaken the leg and possibly cause limping, the point of the attack was simply to prevent Foust from kicking as strong and often.

Kuma knew what was coming, he had seen Foust moving, leaving it a choice of an eye for an eye or back out of the attack to avoid the injury. However there wasn't enough time to think of a counter and the strike was too crucial to back out of, strategy wise. Kuma felt the foot reach his face straight after he landed the blow, the kick was hard and caused Kuma to drop his grip, stepping back he held the side of his face briefly. "Good shot" Returning to his stance Kuma moved forward throwing a straight, stopping it before it got too close he had faked it to mask the the idea of anothe shot to the knee. Kuma threw a kick forward at Foust's knee with moderate force as a test to see how Foust would react to the injured leg being attacked.

Pulling his arms across into an 'x' formation Kuma took the blow directly in the centre, pushing his arms against his chest he was forced back slightly as his feet scraped against the ground. Kuma pushed away with his arms giving him momentum to move further back and applying pressure to Foust via his foot, testing his balance in some ways. As Kuma had moved back he glanced over his opponent attempting to find a way around his weak spots. The knee was the easiest target, however Foust would no doubt be protecting this now, possibly leaving other openings, one advantage Kuma would have now is the fact he could still move fast with both legs well, however Foust would not be able to use his speed so much as to avoid weakening his leg to much. On the other hand Kuma had a badly worn torso from the blows and constant twists and turns, his body couldn't handle many more quick twists.

Darting forward Kuma used his speed to moved around Foust as he attempted to out run Foust's line of sight without ducking or diving to avoid further injury to himself. He moved in with a hook punch for the side of Foust's face with a decent ammount of power, if the blow was successful Kuma intended to follow up with two quick jabs, one to the head, straight on, the other as an escaping blow as he wanted to push back to escape before injury, knowing full well his body was open whilst being so close to Foust, he simply hoped he had been to fast for Foust to catch the oncoming blows.