Smart of her to choose her leg rather than her fist. Seviilia doesn't bother to block it -- instead, she uses the momentum to soften the blow, but allows the hit as promised. That doesn't stop the resounding crack that echoes through the training area, nor the immediate spatter of dark, stale blood that comes from her mouth. She stumbles just enough to catch her balance, and spits another glob of it (along with two teeth) to the side.

When she looks up, its with a horrible bloody grin full of stained teeth. The runes on her neck glow a bit brighter as her body tries to repair itself.

"Good," she replies, swallowing another mouthful of blood. There's something in the depths of her glowing eyes that amplifies. "But unwise."

Fueled by adrenaline and hunger, Seviilia meets Asuka's next rush with one of her own, feinting a punch to her jaw in favor of throwing one powerful fist straight into her ribcage.