His punch would collide with her chest, sending Makoto skidding backwards and out of reach from his tail.

" Oof-! Ack-!! "

Skidding back from his strike, Makoto would stance back up and hold her ground after a brief taunt.

" Not bad!!! Come on then!! Hit me with everything you've got-!! "

" Let's do this-!!! "

Amping herself up as the alleyway became their battleground, Makoto's feet shooting herself forward as she practically slid towards them with such a furious speed.

" HAYATE-!!! "

Letting a booming voice shoot out from her mouth, fists extended for her strike!!!

Good lord, what's this guy's diet-? Squat racks?

Makoto would shift into the nearby alleyway with them, kicking both sneakers aside and adjusting her gi dogi before stepping up towards the massive gator.

" And you said you weren't a fighter. "

Smirking up towards them.

"You ready for a beatin?"

" DON'T. CALL. ME. LITTLE-!!! "

" AYAH-!!! "

" Guess we both got surprises huh?

The rindokan practitioner would offer them a small grin, her spunky hair bristling softly within a gentle breeze that blew between them.

" Look strong enough at least.. maybe my rindokan could test it's mettle on you. "

Keeping where she was for now.

prepares the next strike.

" Hoo.. HAH-! "

A stomp, a strike.

Reset.

Her worn black gi bristling with fervor while she moved around with an equal dedication to match.. inside her own world at this moment... unaware of the stranger.

Rindokan is shotokan given speed, asking its users to be active and be fast.
Strike hard, strike fast, strike true.

The best defense is a better offense.