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Villanelle managed to block the first blow to her sternum with the side of her arm, only to realize that it'd been another feint -- too late to block the second hit that landed half a second later. Hanzo had obviously pinpointed Villanelle's ribs has her weak point, and it occurred to her in the instant that pain shot through her and she sucked in a sharp breath that this should have made her angry.
It did make her angry. But this time, instead of letting her defensive ferocity flare to life, Villanelle choked it back, tried to ground herself, remember where she was. Control. It was only because she kept her head clear that it occurred to her that Hanzo's close range blow left him open to a counter attack if she was quick enough.
So she tried, pushing through the slightly-intensified ache in her ribs to lunge forward and try to catch his arms in a grapple hold, this time so she could swing a leg around and hit him hard in the back of his shins in an effort to knock at least one of his legs out from under him. It meant that she risked going down alongside him again, but... that was fine. She wouldn't lose it this time -- that was, if she'd managed to be quick and strong enough to succeed at all.
Triumph surged in Hanzo's chest as his closed fist connected with Villanelle's ribs, the blow eliciting a livid gasp from the woman. There was a distinct knit to her brows that indicated either pain or displeasure, though he suspected it was a healthy mix of both. He anticipated furious retaliation, hopping back a step to give himself the clearance needed to sufficiently dodge an oncoming attack.
There was a brief moment where time seemed to stand still. They were within striking range of one another, but Hanzo was wary of making a move. This close, it was easy to anticipate the motions of one’s opponent; the flex of a muscle was perceptible and readily identifiable, especially to one as attuned to the speedy boxing motions of a proper sparring match as Hanzo was.
Then Villanelle went in for a grapple, and upon noticing that she was throwing her weight akimbo in the process, Hanzo made a split-second decision to go along with it. He let his limbs go limp, subtly aiding her in dragging the both of them to the ground, whereupon he immediately put all of his strength into bowling her over onto her side. He intended to pin her firmly to the mat if he managed to pull off this risky move, banking on a swift win. It was not the flashiest of sparring strategies, but considering the toll his body had recently been under, it felt like an appropriate end to the match. With luck, he would succeed, and they could thus wrap up this round without any additional significant injuries.