[...Huh. Look at that total lack of flinching or grimacing or freaking anything.
Well, shit.
There's no dodging the second blow. Sanji's busy rethinking all the decisions he's ever made in his life and only has time to focus for a split second and throw up a wall of armament haki to shield himself. It won't absorb the entire punch but Sanji doesn't expect it to -- he braces himself and takes the attack hard in his gut, all the wind getting knocked right out of him as he's sent flying backwards across the clearing. Fuck, he's gonna be seeing stars here in a minute, but he uses it to his advantage, needing to get some distance between them even if it only lasts for a second. Vegeta's obviously got speed on his side, too, after all.
He flips in the air so that he at least lands mostly on his feet, skidding backwards another yard or so in a sort of half-crouch. But then he gets right back to it, pushing off the ground again and lunging forward to meet Vegeta, snapping his leg around again to catch him in the side.
The difference now is that his leg is encased in flames, burning bright red from the knee down. This clearly isn't going to be the kind of fight that starts out slow and builds up; if he's going to have even a chance of matching Vegeta, he's going to need to go all out right away.
So, Diable Jambe it is. Whether or not the first kick lands, he follows it up with a flurry of additional jabs from his scorching feet, his limbs a blur (well, probably not for Vegeta) as he tries to get as many hits in as possible. His hands are clenched into fists, arms held up to help block his face, but he doesn't throw a single punch.]
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Well, shit.
There's no dodging the second blow. Sanji's busy rethinking all the decisions he's ever made in his life and only has time to focus for a split second and throw up a wall of armament haki to shield himself. It won't absorb the entire punch but Sanji doesn't expect it to -- he braces himself and takes the attack hard in his gut, all the wind getting knocked right out of him as he's sent flying backwards across the clearing. Fuck, he's gonna be seeing stars here in a minute, but he uses it to his advantage, needing to get some distance between them even if it only lasts for a second. Vegeta's obviously got speed on his side, too, after all.
He flips in the air so that he at least lands mostly on his feet, skidding backwards another yard or so in a sort of half-crouch. But then he gets right back to it, pushing off the ground again and lunging forward to meet Vegeta, snapping his leg around again to catch him in the side.
The difference now is that his leg is encased in flames, burning bright red from the knee down. This clearly isn't going to be the kind of fight that starts out slow and builds up; if he's going to have even a chance of matching Vegeta, he's going to need to go all out right away.
So, Diable Jambe it is. Whether or not the first kick lands, he follows it up with a flurry of additional jabs from his scorching feet, his limbs a blur (well, probably not for Vegeta) as he tries to get as many hits in as possible. His hands are clenched into fists, arms held up to help block his face, but he doesn't throw a single punch.]