"I'm not going down that easily! Take this!" Though she had taken several kicks and was covered in dirt, with blood trickling from the corner of her mouth, Yamato looked even more energized.
The Oni Tribe's battle-loving blood boiled within her. A trace of excitement appeared on her once-innocent face. The large club in her hand whistled through the air as she swung it. She cried out in a clear voice.
"Here I come! Take this!"
She looked spirited, and her attacks were powerful, but after a few exchanges, Hancock found another opening and kicked her flying again.
"Ah!"
"Ow!"
"Waaah!"
They had fought continuously for over half an hour, and the outcome was nearly always the same—Yamato being kicked away. Yet her competitive spirit and toughness far exceeded anyone's imagination. Even after taking so many kicks, she could still climb back up and continue fighting.
Hancock, on the other hand, had begun to pant lightly after fighting for so long.
It was not merely the drain of ordinary combat. Yamato's freezing aura had also affected her, causing her stamina to decline far faster than it normally would.
"Huff, you really are stubbornly persistent." Hancock let out a long breath and looked at Yamato, who was shakily rising to her feet across from her.
"Wouldn't it be better to just stay down? You should have seen the gap between us clearly by now, shouldn't you?"
"Hah... huff, huff... Who... who wants to admit defeat like this? Your kicks are... way worse than that bastard old man's club..." Yamato panted as she wiped away the blood flowing from her forehead into her eyes. Her face was filled with determination.
"This brat..." Hancock gritted her teeth. Though she had held the upper hand the entire time, she had also discovered during their