He was still holding his side- his breathing more ragged than before- and stared up to his opponent with one eye more scrunched up than another. "Well.... it's not the same... when you see what you do... for normal people..." He said between breaths, taking the opportunity to take up two blades in hand.

He straightened up, popping his spine, and rolled his neck. "As ready as I can be, when there's lives on the line while we waste time." He said as he took a position prepare to move.

The Athlete, having bought some time with his talking, stared down the freakish pattern of projectiles and lasers came at him. Considering he wasn't as fast as the latter weapon, he carefully leaped and strode over the brush and shrubbery in his way as he struggled to keep within the gaps of the bullets and not becoming like to Swiss Cheese.

Joey Wheeler narrowed his eyes as the girl flung herself at him with a kick- and tensed up his legs as he did, giving himself a wide stance. As she neared him, only about a meter distance away, he suddenly twisted his body as to be facing perpendicular to her path and took two steps back, swinging his knife in a sideways plunging motion that was aimed at her gut- combining her great momentum with his own.

Considering she looked around... What? 54 kg? 45 kg? Well, whatever the case, she was travelling quite fast as she did so, considering she was both flying and kicking at him- and it was understandable that his right arm, for that is the arm he used, made a funny sort of sound when he hit her. With a yelp of pain, he stumbled into the clearing, narrowly avoiding the fireballs that burned at the heels of his fancy shoes.

The athlete of our little adventure decided that being hit by a bird made of fire would be very detrimental towards his bodily and mental health, practically swan dived to the right in order to avoid it-- and biting back a yelp of lain as he landed on his injured right arm.

He rose to his feet, cradling his injured arm in his left as he looked to her, palming something as he straightened. "I'll greatly appreciate that, thank you. Though to be honest I am pretty impressed that you didn't--" He only paused to speak as he quickly raised his one and only Card, activating it quickly as to avoid her reacting to it. Joseph would jog forward, his other throwing knife held awkwardly in his left as he proceeded to jog towards Mokou so to cut the distance between them to a mere two or three meters. Avoiding looking her in the eyes, the athlete proceeded to throw the knife-- and two additional knives once his hands were empty-- at her Solar Plexus. Even though the knives do not seem to cause any real physical damage, the momentum and pain of such actions are certainly felt, and the Solar Plexus being hit is enough to knock the breath out of just about anyone. The reasoning behind this rather dirty trick was a combination of scheming, worry, and a small amount of revenge; Considering that his right arm wasn't feeling all that... movable, he wasn't much in the mood for jostling or shifting it more than needed. A fight with a flaming girl was not exactly gentle on it, to be clear.