A Proper Battle! (3)
Yan Yan's vision spun as she staggered a step back. Her chin hurt, and the world was slowly pulling her down, but she stood firmly.
Quinlan, on the other hand, was still in midair, in the middle of a continuous backflip. Biding his timing, he extended one leg again, launching another front snap kick. The tip of his shoes, however, merely grazed Yan Yan's clothes as he was slowly moving away.
"Shit...!" Quinlan cursed, missing his chance.
He quickly extended all his limbs, slowing down his rotating speed, and landing about three meters away.
With the second attack, Yan Yan got an idea of what had hit her.
"A... kick!"
When the impact was absorbed by Quinlan's armor, the force redirected to his feet acted like boosters. He staged it so that the lifting force was slightly to his front, causing his body to perform a quick backflip.