[The force of the blow sent Aizawa toppling backwards, knocking over the chairs and the table while the wind was knocked from his lungs. Jaune was strong-- but, he could deal with this.
Rolling back up to a crouching position, Aizawa reached for his ropes. This wasn't ideal-- this wasn't his weapon, but this could still work.]
You idiot.
[Aizawa said in a low, cold voice while he stared down the other man-- unblinking and unwavering. ]
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Rolling back up to a crouching position, Aizawa reached for his ropes. This wasn't ideal-- this wasn't his weapon, but this could still work.]
You idiot.
[Aizawa said in a low, cold voice while he stared down the other man-- unblinking and unwavering. ]
It's a piece of pie.