[ He cannot focus. He's not fighting with his head right now, barely thinking; he's relying only on instinct and a fury that constantly pushes him to seek violence. If Yan Qing wanted a more intellectually stimulating fight, only threatening Josuke's life or his friends could bring that out of him. Right now, he's a bit like a mindless punching and kicking machine.
With the sweep Yan Qing did, Josuke slams onto the pavement, using his arms to cushion his fall. He feels the other guy's weight on his ass soon after, and that only pissing him off more, because he knows he's being mocked. In response he pushes his body off the ground with his arms, doing a little flip in an attempt to throw Yan Qing right off. His stand will also try to grab on to Yan Qing so Josuke can get a hard kick in with his legs. ]
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With the sweep Yan Qing did, Josuke slams onto the pavement, using his arms to cushion his fall. He feels the other guy's weight on his ass soon after, and that only pissing him off more, because he knows he's being mocked. In response he pushes his body off the ground with his arms, doing a little flip in an attempt to throw Yan Qing right off. His stand will also try to grab on to Yan Qing so Josuke can get a hard kick in with his legs. ]