[A self-confident smirk spreads across Ratatosk's face once he sees that a couple of his strikes have managed to breach Asch's defenses. Yeah, now he's just getting cocky-- until Asch's fist almost manages to wipe that smirk off his face. Good thing he tilts his head to the side just in time to avoid it. In retaliation, he'll lash out with one foot, trying to sweep Asch's legs out from under him.]
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