As Aiko shot towards her opponent like a dart with her fists intent on bestowing a fury of blows upon him, Macheo countered before she could raise her fists--stepping in to meet her halfway as he grabbed her face, cupping her cheeks with a firm grasp.
"Eh?"
A blush filled her cheeks as they warmed up against Macheo's palms, but a gentle touch was not what awaited her--that much was seen in the intent lying in his crimson eyes. Using his hold on her head, he swung her entire body into the air in such a way that her legs pointed towards the ceiling before she could process what happened. Slamming the girl straight into the ground with as cold and tight as steel bindings, Macheo sent her head first as an impact resounded through the coarse floor, Macheo received a thunderous applause, backed by a volley of cheers from those in the stands.
"WHAT A DEVILISH MANEUVER! YOU WOULDN'T EXPECT IT FROM HIS SLIGHT BUILD, BUT THE BOY HAS QUITE THE SAVAGE ARSENAL!"
