[center][b][color=2F4F4F][h2]Daisuke Yama[/h2][/color][/b]
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Daisuke mentally cursed as he felt his arm trapped between Chokashi’s arm and stomach. That was the very reason that he never went on the offensive, he was designed to trap people in a very similar manner to his current predicament. These thoughts quickly vanished as he once more asserted control over his mind. He was in a dangerous situation and he couldn’t afford the distraction. He also couldn’t rely on instinct, simply because all of his instinct revolved around him being in a position of defense. As he began to formulate a plan he noticed Chokashi’s right hand beginning it’s swing. 

Without the time required to come up with a proper plan Daisuke sprung straight into the barely coherent idea that he had been forming. His right hand grabbed a hold of the back plate of Chokashi’s battle armor with an iron grasp while Daisuke whipped his body to his right, Cho’s left. As his body twisted to the side he would attempt to lift the Akimichi slightly off the ground and use their combined momentum to swing the heir in the same direction that Daisuke moved in. A sharp stab of pain would shoot out from Daisuke’s right shoulder as it not only pushed against the arm that restrained his, but was also forced to lift and swing his opponent. While he pulled his opponent he would lift his left knee so that he would end up slamming Chokashi’s stomach directly into it.