There was something odd about entirely expecting something and still being somehow caught by it. Naja had expected something to emerge from his hand, that’s why she had jabbed at it. To force it out. Yet, somehow, he had intercepted and completely countered her jab, the fastest and most defensive thing in her arsenal, and used it against her. It was… somewhat confusing to be sent flying by that.

As she stopped her flight with her feet a few meters away, her back aching as she stumbled. It really reminded her of the first time she had met her Baji Quan master. Yeah, that’s why she had gone to China in the first place, hadn’t it been? She had mastered Savate, she could floor her masters at her dojo the majority of the time, and yet she had felt she wasn’t strong enough. That’s why young Nika had gone to China, despite not knowing a lick of Mandarin, asked someone who knew English to direct her to the strongest they had, and to that particular individual the strongest was Baji Quan. She had been directed to a master, and he had immediately floored her Savate, not unlike now.

… No, not like now. After what her master had done to her, she hadn’t been able to stand. Heh, it was somewhat nostalgic, this feeling. Reminded of many hours with a master who didn't speak her language, of having the movements hit into her by demonstration without any spoken words. … She had never been able to overcome that master. She’d been targeted while still training in China, and that’s when she lost her limbs. Then she gained these metal limbs, and she had never seen her master again. … She probably should go visit him occasionally. He may be disappointed in how she’d ended up, but if it weren’t for him, she wouldn’t have been able to use this chi today. She’d only have had her Savate…

[color=ffb75e]‘Okichitaw, huh?’[/color] Naja mentioned, turning back to face Pacho. His use of tomahawk and mention of the cardinal directions had tipped the scale. [color=ffb75e]‘A proud style, one I wouldn’t have expected to see serving the likes of a common street gang. Should I ask who you all are, or why you’re serving them?’[/color] Naja asked, not really expecting an answer from Pacho. Honestly, it was just a style she had read about a while ago, one of many styles she’d gone through as candidates for her to practice. It wasn’t as if she knew the in and outs of it well enough to predict his movements. Regardless. If Pacho did speak a response, she’d wait for him to finish. Otherwise… it was time to move. While she felt the place she'd been hit, it wasn't as if she was out for the count.

Savate was out. Pacho had in a single motion shut down everything she had at that range. With other words, it was time to practice some Baji Quan, which philosophy about defense was that the solution to not taking damage was taking out the opponent as quickly as possible. A short-range but powerful art, it utilized all those grapples to get close to the opponent and then used these full-body powerful strikes, elbows or knees to neutralize them. It was time to show that she hadn’t wasted her master’s time.

Naja ran at Pacho, her mind constantly predicting what motions he could make with that pose in order to strike at her with mystical unseen weapons or similar. The intention was to intercept his blow, dodge the attack and grab the offending (or unoffending if he didn’t try to attack) limb, after which she’d attempt to use cyborg strength to twist his arm around to turn him away from her. Should she accomplish that much, it was simply a matter of spinning to slam an elbow into his back with the other arm for the trouble.

She was charging a Bolstered Spear during this, so if she was successful she could spin around and shoot him in the back with it… or if something went horribly wrong and she was about to be countered again she had it ready to use as a blast to counter whatever Pacho was doing, hopefully.