(Yin's kick, 20 - 5 - 7 = hit.)<br/><br/>It was a veritable shitstorm of limbs, dust, sweat and excitement. Patricia hadn't felt anything like it since the last time Kitti got them involved in a barroom brawl, and it hadn't been nearly as chaotic as this. The speed at which everything was happening left her feeling off-balance and breathless, struggling to keep up.<br/><br/>But it was also fucking fun.<br/><br/>She shot up from her position on the ground following her failed attack on Yin's knee and twisted as she did. The people around her mostly blurred into one faceless mass that simply needed to be avoided, not paid attention to. The only one that mattered at the moment was Yin. However, even the time it took for her to orient herself was too long to avoid a surprise attack by the master.<br/><br/>His roundhouse kick swept right across her face. Although she squeezed her eyes shut - an instinctive reaction - and started to turn her head away, it still connected squarely with her nose. It broke with an audible 'snap' that seemed louder to her own ears than anything she'd ever heard before. As blood gushed from her nostrils and tears flooded her eyes, she stumbled back.<br/><br/>Strangely, the only thought that passed through her mind as she retreated to regroup was that it was her first broken anything - ever.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">It sucks.</span>