To the Local Dive

Calico's strategy had worked, as she had stood upon dry floor whilst her opponent on a wet one from the fact her intention was never to hit him with the mug, having pulled her hand back with the mug still held. She casually met his feint kick by aiming a shove of her feet against his own, pushing against it were it to connect against his. The wet floor beneath is enough to send him to slip on it with the push she had, and inadvertently with the way her leg was positioned, would block whatever was sent her way in a dark blur, but would no doubt feel the lash against her thighs from it were it to hit.

And quite a lash it was, as the blur drew away, upon finding the liquid coating the ground beneath his feet; he'd used the force from Calico's return kick to half leap and partially stumble back across the liquid and became aware of the slickness that remained on his sandals, he was prepped to use them as a good tool. Despite the weakness in his stance, he'd drawn his foot down and grounded his stance before unveiling a whipping palm that raised and shot off towards her chest; an upward adjacent strike launched over a good distance, while he made use of widening his stance in order to conjure more power within the seemingly light strike. "Kaah!"

The blow was deceptive at most and boasted a trained strength, though he had already made note...that she was likely stronger than she appeared after blocking her punch.

Her legs jerked followed by the sting of the lash against it. Setting her feet down on a stomp, away form the pooled mead, she took several quick steps back, presenting her arms in a boxing stance, not that she practiced it, but it was similar enough to be used proficiently enough with her own style. Having caught visual of what had struck her leg with her eyes as it were rather in front of her. Taking note of it from now on not to be surprise, however, with more pressing matters to attend to, that being the punch, Calico turned to the side, making her central mass a smaller target than intended. Her arm swung around his forearm after she let it draw close to her chest, leaning back as it missed by a hair's breath away, and then locking towards his arm to keep it in place with her own. She followed it given the arm should be close to her knees, with an upward knee slamming against and towards his elbow with bone breaking force.

As the kinkajou felt his arm locked in place, pulled outward, he had maintained balance due to his widened stance and while her knee rose towards his elbow, that same blur had become a barrier to her knee. Simply more of that same force that struck down at her kneecap with more of itself present: a heavy mass of thick muscle that moved to do harm to her knee while absorbing the shock of what otherwise would have ended one of his attacking arms. While he was certain her focus was on that, his own right knee rose; in this close range and made use of her locking their arms together to ensure it found a target, which he'd aimed to be her very abs with a forward knee jerking motion.

Calico's knee was tough naturally, that being cushioned against tough jerky muscles instead of an absolute hard surface had done little to harm it considering it was at the full tough front. She didn't exactly stopped her strike, using the full force of the stopping power the blur which she now fully read and realized in extent and what it exactly was, merely used the sudden force which stopped her knee that slammed against the now visible appendage to lever her lower leg upwards in an almost instant speed rocketing towards one target she saw as the most vulnerable, now that Kinjou's knee was attempting to hit at her, her foot was aimed at one thing -- his groin.

Those two testicles were the target of her ferocious kick with the close quarters and the fact he rose his legs presented a very nice opening in point blank range. Her abdomen contorted to the side as her slender figure afforded her less mass presented as a target before the other Beastkin. The knee managed to hit against her outer skin to the side, but it didn't rattle her as much, giving it a nice frictional sting on the other hand, but she, with her strength, would pull Kinjou towards her to close the range even further.

"YOUR VITAL REGIONS ARE MINE!"

Knowing that if this blow hit the center of his weakest point, he would be nothing but a victim; he'd done the only thing that he was sure at this point that could help cut her aim if even slightly. While a very dumb thing to do within itself, the kinkajou's body went loose and fell limp as he kicked to the right of the move; falling like a tree off to his choice direction, he bit his lip to keep from showing any sign of the pain shooting through his body as her fierce kick did manage to hit: the underside of his left underside. Having narrowly averted the crippling blow, her blow still hurt quite a bit, though he'd chanced only another thing and with her hold still firm on him; he released a controlled sharp breath and unveiled a body wide release of his ki'an energy, which produced a golden aura that she would feel burn and shove against her like a living flame of a kind.

He'd hoped to tumble away from her if she released him after feeling the increasing burning sensation of his ki'an which he was already amping up. He hadn't hoped to use this little gimmick so quick.