Akira gritted his teeth and made himself stand up straight. Even if he didn't want to beat this girl up, he still had to do his best here. He doubted the prison staff would be pleased if he just laid down and died.

And he wasn't interested in lying down and die, either. Not anymore.

His usual method of fighting -- hands-on grappling -- would just be awkward with this opponent; because of the height difference if nothing else. So instead he took a few quick steps back, digging his nails into the palm of his hand until he drew blood, then tossed a few small, sharp feathers up into the air. When they came down they would be aiming for non-vital areas on Yui; her arms, mostly. She needed to be bleeding too.