As expected, you counter my attack immediately. Your hand claps my face and not once, no, twice! As I back away I feel your foot on my ankle.
I stumble, but stay on my feet.
I'm annoyed about your successful counterattack and feel anger rise in me.
I'll come right back to you and reach up, get your hair to grab and want to pull your head down.
I want to prevent you from countering me again and engaging you in a close combat.