Despite the weed’s having such a fragile physique they weren’t so fragile as to be broken immeditely. Yugen’s first warning sign was the snapping of weeds, prompting him to read his retreat, switching his Enhancement jutsu to protect against physical attacks, noting his opponent's tendency for close quarters combat. Not saying anything about his major durability issue. While his efforts to ensnare Ting would have succeeded, definitely, totally, maybe.. all he could hear was the sounds of Ting's tentacles move around the trap he had set up, and the sound of impending doom heading his way. He was able to move back fast enough on impulse to back up at least one meter to have his bullet sphere take the first attack. Though the chakra within the tentacle immediately dispelled it. A second and third tentacle combined would hit the bubble sphere immediately as the first had finished its attack, breaking against the bubble, and with it, Yugen's only method of suspension forcing him to roll backwards at about thirty meters per second. His Enhancement barrier holding firm against the impact but the experience left him disorientated, he pushed himself upward onto his feet. and-smack! A massive sloppy tendril would thrust itself right up against Yugen's face. His barrier would hold off the attack, the inferiority of bare fists against pure chakra evident but the shock of a mighty blow, this close to claiming the match, catching him off guard had broken his concentration. However he did manage to wrack up enough tact to gather himself and direct ten of the massive leaves to wrap around all four tendrils in front of him and slam them down, not allowing them to be manipulated so long as they were being pinned against the ground. Right now, he was a defenseless as before. A little pathetic squirt training in taijutsu with his grandfather. Bones fracturing with the lightest of taps. He was left with no 'sword', no 'shield' against his still standing opponent.
With determination, Yugen walked forward, the space one meter behind his head and half a meter to his right started glowing with chakra. It was a useless threat, he knew that, but with no other option before him he walked the only path laid before him. Forward to where he would find his opponent, exhausted and swallowing deep breathes, but still standing. She was a real beauty to behold, and her determined look... He would crush it utterly. The white haired ninja would walk up to her, standing one meter away. "Hey, don't you dare chicken out! I've had too many of that these exams. Come on! Get your hands up and give me a fight worth living for!" Yugen snarled. At this Ting would gather herself up, rising with purpose and taking a balanced fighting stance.
Using his psionics he reached out to the reeds around him as he charged forward with all his speed -Worthless. No improvement since the academy- Their leaves would wrap around his biceps, forearms, legs and waist. Acting as a kind of brace for him to move freely throughout this match. As he approached melee range he'd thrust forward with a jab forward with his right hand. Ting deflected it to the her right side with her hand before sliding down along his arm to thrash him square in the forehead. He grimaced but it was still bearable.That burst of her she had must have exhausted her, doesn't matter. Bearing with the pain for a bit he let her momentum carry him in a forward back flip straight upward. Spinning in a circle with wild momentum, becoming a spinning disc with enough force to break bone, before flying down a Ting. Narrowly she managed to back out of the way, having Yugen slam his foot into the hard ground. "Damn it!" He yelped. Using his plants to hold him just above the ground he monitored the damage. He definitely sprained if not out right broke something, the adrenaline and disorientation from his failed attack softening some of the pain. Another voice popped in his head, -can’t take a hit. Won’t survive.- He shook his head, refusing to buy into hallucinations. "Not yet, I'm not giving up!" Still suspended in the air he would back kick, pivoting with his left leg and kicking out with his right leg foot pointed at Ting. His shoes instantly undoing themselves and launching forward with an extending kick. The bluish-white hair enemy would block with both hands before running forward. Just a bit faster than Yugen himself. However it was enough to catch Yugen off guard as he was still spinning, late to bring up a fist to counter attack so he threw the ball of light that had been waiting for use behind him forward. A thick collum of blue light streaked past Yugen’s head and at Ting’s chest, giving him just enough time to back up and prepare another attack. However his opponent through the strength of her body pushed through the attack and all the power her body could muster she threw a solid punch into the center of Yugen’s chest. The force of the punch shifting something at the point of impact.
He instantly froze, fist raised high, eyes looking forward at Ting’s eyes. In a split moment his entire body was engulfed in more pain than he had ever felt before. Crap, she must have caved in a rib and punctured a lung. He fell to the ground, clutching his chest, trying to hold on to breathe though it had all but left him. No, it w-won’t end like this. I can still fight! Concentrating on his clothes he tried to force his body to stand, partially working, but he couldn’t concentrate so clearly. Still panicking in the back of his head that he might actually kick the bucket if he didn’t stop now. None of that matters, none of it! Yugen raised his head steadily, straining with every fiber of his being to look at his opponent. Gasping, he tried, “G-gah… ha… ha.. Not.. d-un.” his words constantly interrupted as he started coughing droplets of blood. Ting, still heaving breathes, looked upon her opponent. “I wouldn’t have expected any less from a shinobi of the Hidden Leaf.” She said as she readied one last punch. “It has been an honor.” She would thrust one last attack, striking the finishing blow. As she made contact with his face however a glimpse of malevolent force would rear its ugly head. The moment she struck Yugen down his eyes snapped open for a split second, but it was no longer the light violet pink he has always been known for but black. Pure black like the void. And a red dot in the center. Reminiscent of the demon of his childhood. The terrifying imagery flickered as soon as it had appeared however, leaving one to wonder if it was truly there at all.
As her strike connected straight with his cheek the proud psionic would fall to the floor, completely spent and defeated. “What a turnabout! The winner of this round is, TING!”
[Exit]
1219 + 1748 = 2967 WC on my part