The can, which was thrown at Kota, is batted away which causes pasta sauce to cover her face.
Shit, can barely see. Yoshino!
Got it! He’s coming! From your left!
Kota dodges to the right.
Above!
Kota ducks—
Uppercut, NOW!
—and swings her bat upwards. A solid connect reverberates through the air.
The man grabs his splitting head.
“FUCK, how can you see?!”
Kota wipes her eyes and points to her head.
She walks up closer, grabbing a busted can. The man stumbles, trying to get up.
“Hah hah, you’re just digging yourself in deeper shit here.”
Kota pours what remains of the can on his head and raises her bat.
“We’re already in shit.”
> *Again*