He reacted out of instinct and experience to her attack, catching her fist in one bandaged palm and pushing it away before countering with a blow from his other first aimed at her stomach.

Fighting required almost no thought on Ryohei's part. After years spent thinking and practicing, it came as easily as breathing. The ring on his right hand burst into flame, and the yellow, heat-less fire spread to envelope his whole right fist for an instant before seemingly dissipating. This was a bastardization of a fighting technique he had learned recently, done without the proper equipment but with a similar result: the flame, absorbed into the cells of his hand and arm, would augment the limb's strength, hyper-activating his cells, as it were.