'Oof! '

Shiki absently draws in her legs without skipping a beat, while still being mindful of keeping her hands steady. It would not do to jostle the metallic contraption that she 's holding in her hands, after all.

Her reactions aren 't a moment too soon. There 's a loud

thump

in the space that her feet had previously occupied, accompanied by a subsequent groan of pain. Hoshi-san laboriously picks himself up from where he 'd rolled to a stop on the hardwood ground, courtesy of having been bodily thrown across the room yet again by his new sparring partner.

'Still up for another round? ' Hakari-san rolls his shoulders, grinning.

'Of course! ' Hoshi-san reaches up and wipes away at the smear of blood on his chin, red droplets trickling down from where he 'd accidentally bitten himself on the lip. But the boy gives no indication of feeling any pain, eyes locked on Hakari-san with unerring intensity instead.