He first learned to hone and precisely control his body in sync with his reflexes from Ashido. He recognizes her moves. The three of them were part of the festival dance team Ashido coached before Midoriya was also poached by the staging team. A wide grin flashes across his face, but he doesn't have time to shout Breaking!! like Ashido might. He's not the one doing the move either, and--

He catches a boot to the head and releases her. He opens his eyes with a growl, blood spattering from his nose and mouth from the glancing but effective blow. It wouldn't be a fight with Midoriya if someone, usually him, wasn't getting pounded.

He's close to the edge. As someone who manipulated the odds to throw someone out of the ring before (sorry, Shinso) he's ever-aware of its proximity. This could be his chance.

He ducks in for a grapple while she's down, knowing it's to his advantage with muscle and weight. It's messy, but he can't resist trying for a quick strike with his free fist while the rest of his limbs are occupied.