[h3]MgRonalds, District 7[/h3]
[@Crimmy][@GreenGoat][@Plank Sinatra]

[color=a187be]"Agh!"[/color]

Just as much surprised as he was pained, Karasawa let out the natural reaction to having your hand, wrist, elbow, and shoulder torqued at angle they weren't supposed to go. What was formerly a grip was now something more like being caught in a net as the man's hair had quite truly transformed around him, his thumb seized and twisted away from his body. A fan of mixed martial arts or submission grappling may have called it a passable attempt at and americana, but our lavender lad had other names in mind.

[color=a187be][i]Fucker! What the hell is this shit?! An extenzo-pompadour and now an aikido-fade?[/i][/color]

However, a little discomfort never stopped a Shinjiro Smackdown, nor did it turn off his searing heat. If anything, the anger would make things worse.

He grit his teeth, clamping his jaw shut so as to not allow Vital Sassoon the pleasure of knowing he'd caused any more pain. If his arm was being twisted, he knew it best not to antagonize the rotation by moving any direction that wasn't [i]along with it.[/i] Twisting to his right, towards the that same twisted shoulder, he braced—

And took the hit intended for his liver square in the taut abdominals instead.

He exhaled, shortly, sharply, and in a manner most controlled. This wasn't getting the wind [i]knocked out[/i] of him; this was the culmination of years of Kyoukushinkai, where punches were only allowed to the body, and streetfighting, where taking hits was as commonplace as nitrogen in our atmosphere. He knew how to handle a harsh impact to the gut.

Still, though, what business did [i]hair[/i] have feeling like a solid shovel hook? This guy was trouble. Especially if Karasawa hadn't yet run him over with the help of Party Popper over there.

Next, he rolled, diving over that right shoulder. More than simply looking fancy, this had a simple and entirely reasonable purpose.

As he somersaulted over his back and landed on one knee, Karasawa found his whole arm feeling [i]much[/i] more natural. The whole body had to rotate to match the twist, and now that everything was properly aligned?

[color=a187be]"Shoulda let me [i]go, dumbass[/i]!"[/color]

Kara-han was free to use that burning grip and YANK, lining up a livid left straight of his own for Bad Hair Day's jaw.