A solid crack to the face caused Otsune a moment of dizzy confusion, blinded: she defended herself by rote: the seemingly endless training proving its use. She could see fatigue creep upon Rocket, manifest as a slight decrease in speed after each strike, in the way her arms returned to position ' each time a fraction slower. Officer Kondo took the repeated impacts and weathered the bruising set-to, doing her best to remain focused. She is Tiring: ancestors be praised I got lucky. But how long can I last? How long before the others return? One is a challenge, three is just a beating. Realising this may be her only chance, Otsune pressed the attack, seeking to put Rocket off-balance and ready for a fall. 'Subdue and restrain' : the words of her training echoed through her mind. If I can just get her back into the cage, contain her, then I can get to that blasted comm.