Painted Moose
Ooof. Uzumati let out a grunt as Ika's fist connected with him. Still, the man continued his own attacks a punch slamming into her side in retaliation. While Uzumati knew that things were fairly free game he still tried to keep his attacks lower as to not get completely destroyed by his family whenever they returned from their brawl. A faint grin crossed his lips as he bounced back into place, his ribs throbbing slightly but he could stand with such pain. It would not be his first round with Ika or with anything else that left a mark after all.
