Talon's HP: 64

To Hit: 10 (miss)



As the two of them weaved around each others attacks, the girl finally managed to land a solid blow.



“Ufff...!” Talon grunted as the sole of her boot slammed into his face. He fell onto his back, his vision growing fuzzier than it already was. For a second, he slipped out of consciousness, but a painful impact on his crotch brought him back. He looked down at his crotch and saw that the girl was grinding her boot into his manhood.



He squirmed under her, unable to manifest his quirk. The blow to his face had probably caused a concussion bad enough to temporarily disable his power. To his surprise, he found himself getting hard as the blue-haired tomboy continued to trample on his cock.



He bit his lip, trying to hide his flustered expression. “Urrrfff...A low blow?” he moaned.