[ Gareth's instincts didn't slip, even in close quarters. The crowd was coming unglued for this next, desperate phase of the match, but her sharpened, listening only to Ochako, her grunts, the movement of fabric, and.
Just barely is she able to get her had up to block that kick, and certainly not enough to keep it from glancing over and striking her shoulder instead, inspiring a heavy wince.
That... was it dislocated now? She couldn't tell. It hurt, but it was better than a concussion. She tried to make a grab for Ochako's leg... a desperation grapple to keep her grounded. ]
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Just barely is she able to get her had up to block that kick, and certainly not enough to keep it from glancing over and striking her shoulder instead, inspiring a heavy wince.
That... was it dislocated now? She couldn't tell. It hurt, but it was better than a concussion. She tried to make a grab for Ochako's leg... a desperation grapple to keep her grounded. ]