It was difficult to see, let alone breathe in anything but open-mouthed gasps. Gingerly Patricia reached up and felt her throbbing nose. It was a knot of pain in the middle of her face and definitely,<span style="font-style: italic">definitely</span>didn't want to be touched, so she lowered her hands and squared her back. She wanted to swear and stomp her feat, rage against the circumstances which had landed her on the receiving end of such a blow. It meant she was basically useless unless she could get her goddamned eyes to stop watering, which didn't seem likely.<br/><br/>Shit was going down between Yin and two of the other fighters. Kitti seemed out of it for the moment, just like her, and somehow that gave her an extra little boost of will. If nothing else, she had to do better than him in this brawl. If that all depended on one single, last ditch effort, then so be it. With a hard, stinging sniff she used her forearm to wipe some of the blood off her mouth, then waited for the right moment to strike.<br/><br/>That came just a second later when Alex went flying through the air, tossed like a ragdoll. Patricia started running towards Yin, the world a blur but his form strangely clear. The attack was reckless and certainly hadn't been well thought out, but it was the best she could do under the circumstances. His speed would most likely let him evade her with ease and she fully expected another, even more crippling blow if she failed, however ... she had to try.<br/><br/>With that, she tried to execute her<span style="font-style: italic">Falling Water Strike</span>attack, the only move she was so comfortable with she could pull it off blind.<br/><br/>(33.5%)