That move she could deal with; it was common enough in the dojo that she'd trained until she could do it with a split-second's notice. The problem was the timing. And as Honoka approached, Itsuki's eyes narrowed.

When the moment came, she snapped an arm out to turn the punch aside and, assuming all went well, threw one of her own at White's side or back, depending on how much momentum her opponent carried through.