Silver looks down seeing the food down on the floor and then looks up at Rini. "Um... thanks Rini " He looked seeing a room key by it. "Wait but, how much is this going to cost me?" He asks as Yuki was starting to wake up. "Meow.... morning already..." He sits up while rubbing his right eye. "Meow... food and cream" He said in a happy and joyful tone. He picks a piece of toast with the egg and took a big bite out of it. "Yes Yuki it is morning, so good morning, what do yu say to Rini?" He said pointing up to her with a smile. "Meow thankies for the beakies did... um Sebby pay for it Yuki ha no coins for it..." His neko ears went down as he felt bad eating it. "Now now Yuki i have plenty of money to tie us both over. How much is it Miss Rini?"
Erupting from the ground off a ways from the bar, a cataclysmic chasm would gradually rend forth with the sound of two distinct bell chimes singing their soft litany across the room before the growing gap exploded in low harsh guttural screaming over a dual toned devilish guitar solo in the background. The original bright white flash washing out to a steady hellish orange, yellow, and dark green as four individual fiendish looking demon's rise brandishing a weaponized instrument each.
"RRRIIISSSSEEEEE!!"
The main vocalist demon sporting nothing but a blood soaked loin cloth over his dirty dark brown complexion, swinging long braided attached to various very real blade's around his wicked half foot long arcing horns. The other similar band members walking off in opposite directions, aiming to scream, spit, growl, laugh manically, and shout at everyone present while making threatening gesture's with their razor incorporated instruments. This included the drummer, how was hovering on a bad a** looking hovering drum set shooting out different devilish neon colors out of the bottom of it with what looked like some kind of pulpy blood.
"YOU DON'T WATCH!!"
"YOU BRING YOUR BABIES?!? BABIES DON'T WATCH THIS. LEAVE THE SEED OUTSIDE"
Beginning to increasingly riot more, turning over unoccupied or occupied tables. The lead vocalist jogging down the bar line around and next to people screaming his lyrics with the braided blade's lashing around. The guitarist however, standing almost 7 foot tall would use his massive bladed guitar to build a small fire out of only one far off table, dipping the odd half biological half metal bladed guitar in the flame's which catch immediately as he screams with the main vocalist and cuts down into a brutal solo.
Hideo found himself traversing the land at a comfortable speed. His body appearing within the visuals of the physical land, then suddenly disappearing into nothingness before returning to the visible world with every other step. The speed wasn't unimaginable but intense training allowed Hideo to concentrate a portion of his own 'chakral' energy to boost his speed, via molding just enough chakra to the legs. His visual prowess activating once he picked up on various life forms existing about half a mile out. The cream optical hue would flush any connection that other people had when making eye contact. Arms swaying to his sides as he skipped through existence, landing on a branch or two every now and then. Dressed in traditional shinobi attire, He wore no mask as to not give hint to his origin as the equipment he wore fittingly dressed his body. Onyx black pants, to his tactical vest, to the arm guards and shin guards. His feet were wrapped in a contrasting manila bandage as his black sandals laced his feet. A personal sheath would be positioned on his back, laced around his chest, managing to stay still whilst Hideo passed every block of the earth at increasing speed. Until his eyes constricted on a single focal point, his arrival.
SWOOSH
The backlash created by his speed would create a gust of torrential wind that passed like a wave. Just one quick pulse of air and debris would sweep the immediate area until it died some meters away. Hideo seemed to flash in appearance, his figure appearing before everyone just before the wave of air and debris swept the land. It was sudden and could be only caught within a blink of an eye, as he came to stand before those he witnessed. Hands dangling to the side as the face mask cascaded his mouth and chin until it crumpled around his neck. This would allow Hideo to retort if he so choose, white orbs analyzing those around him. Not quick to make any brash movements, nor would he hesitate to if need be. Right foot depressing the soft surface while exhaling, allowing his blood to return to his limbs until his body operated at normal efficiency. He hadn't traveled like that in a while, and rarely does the opportunity arise for him to be in a place in such a timely manner but he wanted to get out. His village had left a irreproachable stagnant taste, not much had been going on and Hideo needed to get out and see the world again. His absence not left without reprisal from his hierarchy, but Hideo did not care - he would soon return in good health with stories to share. Beginning with this shabby place known as the Zackrodisiac Bar.
Insulated despite the amount he was wearing, Hideo stood welcoming the short and punctual cold. Blistering winds slicing the nerves as the algid temperature would certainly deter most, But Hideo had been confined to these conditions for so long it felt normal. Walking forth so that he may view the few who stood before him.
"..."
Silence, as his form passed through the front entrance of the establishment, once he broke the doors seal Hideo would be graced with the sudden mass of demon's pouring from their demonic portals. Although Hideo did not fancy the horrid show he was their for business and as the demonic beings played their songs and sung their tunes - Hideo continued . Allowing them to break and bust whatever things they like as he pressed through the mayhem. If anyone decided to challenge well Hideo would simply engage but this was the beginning and Hideo aimed to find something worth killing, or injuring. The anxiety to destroy crept over him as a taintless grin appeared.
Taylor had been standing in the coliseum of the Arena, his arms tucked neatly beneath the length of his coat. There was an unexplainable sense of urgency that was itching at the back of his mind, but like reaching for something on a high up shelf, he just couldn't grasp what it exactly was. And then suddenly the feeling vanished, almost as fast as it had appeared.
"Uhm.." He sighed, now frustrated and a little confused.
Taylor stepped closer to one of the walls, tracing the tip of his finger along one of the many blade marks that marred it's surface. He quickly swallowed the building lump in his throat and eyed the engraved sliver beneath his hand. It looked like a large tapestry, drawn in the art of combat for all those to see. Each stroke, each blade of solitude was a perfect arc of habit, a curve of grace on a canvas of pure, white isolation. It was almost mesmerizing.
Snow fell in flurries of rage and torment around the establishment, each individual snowflake being copied by thousands more as the massive wake came tumbling through the sky and into the ground. the white powder of snow and ice built up quickly during conditions like these, in minutes you could be up to your ankles, an hour passing and leaving you waist deep in white powder with a loss of surroundings suddenly showing in your vision. those without the means to survive or deal with conditions like this were sure to meet their demise relatively quickly. that's why the sight outside the bar would seem somewhat strange.
BOOM!
Powder of white suddenly flew into the air at the boom, the flurry cascading against the falling snow to create what could only be described as a wall of pure white flowing up and outward from the center of the sound. was it an explosion? an impact of an object from space? no, this was something else. the feel of life-force echoed from behind the wall, the pulse of existence beating hard against the immobile wheel of time. the scent of another world pierced the air, an aura of tainted holiness faint against an overwhelming sense of chaos that seemed almost all consuming in its nature. as the rising snow fell it would reveal this source, this existence so keen that it was undeniably there.
A figure rose up from the white, shadowed presence standing six feet in height from the ground to the tip of its head. crimson orbs of perception pierced the veil that kept the creature from full view, an echoing of sound seemed to come with those piercing eyes; a sound that seemed quite attractive to the dead, almost like a call from the other-side. with a sudden motion the creature loomed forward through the snow and ice, forcing his way through the bad weather and out of the shadows that seemed to hide his view. cutting into an area that had a bit of shelter from the storm the full form would be revealed to sight, allowing those that looked for such things to perceive the creature in full force.
The creature was a male, humanoid in appearance with long hair that flowed down to his a** in length. the hair was solidly black, accented with golden highlights and hot pink tips that gave the hairstyle something of a punk look while retaining this sense of something more. the male wore no clothing on the upper half of his body save for a single bandoleer of twelve Fey,Cha daggers situated over muscular chest. this was the first sign that the creature wasn't exactly human, a human wouldn't be standing in blizzard weather with no shirt on.
Upon the creatures arms were long bracers colored of dull red, seeming to be polished in an almost natural way like they had been worn from color through the passage of time. the bracers themselves were not metal, not hide, but scale; dragonscale to be precise, though the particular coloring and density were still odd for such an item. those that could determine such things would be able to discern that these bracers were of artifact strength compared to normal items, they held a certain power to them that was long lost in the current age of man.
From the waist down the creature wore black pants and blackened combat boots upon its feet, normal wear really with nothing special about it. the accents among his lower waist came from the other items dotted about his person, like the sword that was worn down the center of his waist with blade hanging in front of the zipper for those blackened jeans. the blade itself was a wakizashi seemingly old at first glance, the item held no guard on it, the black of the sheathe only noticeable due to the tarnished grey wrapping of the hilt. aside from that weapon there were only a couple more, a set of daggers situated at left hip, totaling five in number. each dagger had a ring at the end of the hilt for easy pulling from the waist and each seemed to be coupled with a spike that had the same ring at the tip.
Lurching forward through the snow and cold the creature eventually stood outside of the doors leading into the tavern. glowing eyes of crimson just watched, pondering if entering would be worth its time, or something more, thoughts beyond the perception of normal, beyond the waking eyes of man.
Silver was watching Yuki eat his food and cream as he finished his own, well only half of it since Yuki needed it more then him. Yuki went to the cream and licks it just like his kind do, just like cats. Then as soon as the front door opened he felt the cold hit his behind, which spooked him a little, then he could see Silver laughing a little bit. "Mew?"
Silver stopped and then got out a handkerchief out front in his pocket to Yuki's nose. "you got a bit of cream there little one, keep still and.... there we go all done." He said putting it away and then pets Yuki's head. Silver sees a new comer coming in, Silver stares at the stranger and sees that he wasn't much of a treat.
Yuki blew his nose on the handkerchief before it was taken from it and then started to loo fo it. "Meow.. Yuki wanna play with it Silver..." He says with sad cute eyes.
"Sorry Yuki but its not a toy, I will get you something once the storm is over. .. All I have is this" He got out a little marball which had a red and pink color in the middle. "You can play with it, just don't eat it alright"
Yuki pounces on the little glass ball and then it went over to the new comer, Yuki pounces on it again, but he catches the man's shoe. "Mew... big bootie"
The shinobi stood in speculation whilst his sparing partner went about the mutation. Or transformation. Perhaps it was a little of both? Maybe something else entirely. As a student of the cosmos Jinbei tried to speculate more then figure. All the same, when a blade was produced, the nin did two very noticeable things. Firstly, he would prove to suddenly be lowered slightly. Legs sprawled out; though when he did so one couldn't say. Just a sudden shift in gravity, as well as his left hand peeling down the fine thick fabric of his left arms coat sleeve to reveal the metallic bracer he wore underneath.
Leonardo S. Tensatsu
"I will not kill you, if you show no such intent yourself."
"So be it. But that is no excuse to hold back."
Even as the nin spoke, that left hand's thumb was sliding up the length of one of the seals on the underside of the bracer. Beneath the surface of the physical, behind the veil of reality itself, something kin to a synapse firing would ignite a flame deep within. Quicker then perception could perceive energy would rush through the vessel. As quickly as energy could travel, it would flood through the coated figure so a small spark might be slid through the seal. In response a expulsion of smoke would occur, out of which that left hand would snatch two throwing shuriken, both of which would be hurled forward simultaneously at the swordsmen. Despite the spontaneous nature of the opening to this fight, one could note that both of the whirling projectiles were traveling quite rapidly. One was aimed at hip level, the other perhaps torso or chest. Regardless, the smoke cloud would divulge something else. Aside from the two articles *unsealed foremost, a kunai dagger had been produced as well, literally unsealed directly into his right hand's waiting grasp so no time was wasted when Jinbei darted forward to follow up the shuriken. The dagger maintained would be in an underhanded grip in his right hand.
In mere moments, the samurai would have two projectiles and a ninja upon him. This was probably one of those oppotunities for rule of cool bad assness...ness-ness-ness-ness...
emotion_awesome
At any rate- For the sake of pretenses, Jinbei would do his damnedest not to impale himself on his partners sword. Because that would suck.
Ability sheet
*[Generic Sealing Technique]- This technique is a standard ninja skill which allows a ninja to summon an assortment of items that have been stored using fūinjutsu. Scrolls are the most common choice for item storage. When needed, the owner will activate the seals releasing their item or weapon of choice. Scrolls can also be used as ammunition for other weapons or have other seals inside of them, which expands the number of potential tricks a shinobi can use.
[You have no idea how tempted I was to list running as an ability in here for luls.]
[Ooc: I don't have a public equipment sheet, so I'm going to make a real basic list of ninja s**t he'd have on him and send it to Leo for approval. -thumbs up-]
OoC: Guess I lied about post size. >//> I'll work on it more, I promise
Having already established his first tactical step before having spoken, still assuming a simple two handed stance. Subterfuge launched over a subterfuge, an interesting first move for a Samurai combating a Shinobi. With the initial explosion of smoke, Yomi would find the absence of physical sight calming. He was more a kin to darkness, relaying on his unique manner of echo location in transition of both luminescent scarlet infernal oculars which revealed far more than any physical depiction of his surroundings. A strict albeit ironic follower of Bushido in spite of his demonic appearance, as Yomi's heritage wasn't an absolute of western philosophies. Good, and Evil took a side line to his own Bushido code of morality even if the situation portrayed his actions in either respective light.
With the initial thrown spinning oversized bladed weapon, Yomi would allow the psionic threads interlaced through the ground between them for roughly five or so feet in front of the infernal ronin draw taunt to the bottom of his hilt. With a simple flex, the two handed Katana would be angled horizontally to his right before being drawn taunt blade pointed behind with the back of his right hand on his hip and left elbow bent pointing forward. Yomi's kenjutsu, particularly two handed techniques were unmatched by any opponent he'd found that wielded a blade such as himself. The quick stance change harboring an immediate reaction in the moments the shuriken had been launched, drawing up the previous psionic threads in a massive wall of multiple different sized chunks of earth and stone.
ōte
The uplifted portion of the ground would leave a proportionate five foot or so trench as the wall of earth suspended above would be anything but solid, aiming more to deflect the thrown projectile or redirect its aim within the loose network of psionic threaded chunks of earth and rocks ranging anywhere from small debris to almost boulder sized with the more common basket ball sized pieces trailing around them. With this achieved, Yomi would execute a simple series of actions whose elegance would almost match the power of its reaction. Quickly sliding his right foot back in a semi circle practiced fashion, the abrupt shift of his hip causing the physical threads of psionic flow to pulse and tug in all different directions. A risky move, as the littered hovering chunks of earth would collide together at all different angles to essentially cause small explosions of large rocks in all directions. This result however would be quickly dissolved as Yomi, having already assumed the necessary stance of Iaido, the crackling sensation of kinetic psionic energies washing over the blade with a mix of Yomi's psionic power and the Recondite manifestation it had been comprised off.
tsumi
All in a series of three fluent steps in a single technique, the Katana blade would be 'Drawn' in a violent vertical slash from bottom right up to the top left of his stance and reach. The sheer technical strength and momentum of the perhaps twenty pound weapon unleashing an arcing crescent moon blade of kinetic psionic energy that would mimic the sword slash's manner of assault in spite of the lancing segments along the ends that would actually provide more of a powerful blunt blow as a backlash of the physical 'wind' element while the more concentrated force towards the larger portion of the projected sword slash works as a manner of 'chainsaw' that would make clashing with it unwise though it wouldn't immediately cut through anything of the same quality of steel. Upon the rending slash, the debris of previous rock and earth would be sent in a powerful blow back upon being shredded back towards Jinbei if he'd managed to not wander into the middle of the original trap to be caught directly by the slash that followed.
Taking a couple steps back from the small fissure he'd opened in the side of the mountain sword still held ready, aware of his opponents ability for agility and speed regardless of whether it may have captured him in the five, by five, by five foot transition of uplifted earth depending on how close he had tried to follow the shuriken. None of the force, aside from the psionic sword slash harbored any real lethal potential, and was never meant to end the battle in spite of the infernal ronin's own opinion of how the man had made a rash first move which the Oni would translate into his mind as a simple game of Shogi. Perhaps not the best way to describe to very different styles combating one another, but the daimon Yomi didn't care to ponder into his own mind or try to penetrate his opponents right away. He was aware of the moment, the next move, already contemplating many move's ahead with his body reflex's ready to react to an attack from any relative direction. He wouldn't prepare another attack, yet rather wait to witness the affect of his last small display of technical prowess.
"No more then a couple of coins, Here is your bill" she hands Silver a sheet of paper. She then walks off, "Pay later, I am very busy right now...." she would call from behind her.
At the point in time, she sighed there was too much drama right now. Not her cup of tea, all these people acting like someone crapped in their hair. The woman would straighten out her dress for a moment, glancing around. The next events, would make her wish that it was only the soap opera, that had to be dealt with. Oh no, We can not have that, none of that at all.
BOOM, CRASH.
Loudness, Destruction, Chaos....And a mess.
"I am not cleaning that up....What in the devil's name is going on here?!"
Blue- Grey hues full of rage, scan over the band with anger. Taking each one of them in, by size and shape, Music was good, that was fine. Destroying her bar, that she just cleaned, and making her job even harder? Not Cool....Darn those demons and the magic they use, normally she would just unplug someone. This was not the case this time, jumping behind the bar counter, drawing a mega phone, a air horn and cranking up her on speakers.
BLARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!
"STOP AT ONCE!" she would yell to those destroying the place. Her voice spit venom, girlie was angry. And if they tried to entice or tease her, she would just have to set off the fire alarm sprinklers. After that she did not really have much more of an idea, except drugging some drinks and passing them along.
Then she spotted a man, just walking through, there was something about him. Something that made her uneasy. A thought of wonder if he was a part of the group, but he walked past them. She would take care of him once this was settled, after all, there were other customers here. Had to please everyone, all in a days work.
"I do not get paid enough....for the stuff that happens here..."
Silver looks at the bill and then looked at Rini. "Umm.." But before he could talk to her she left. "Miss Rini wait, this bill I just don't understand it" He follows her as he left Yuki to play on his own for a while, with a shadow watching him just incase.
Kurai still sat on her perch on the staircase,unmoving as the demons sang and destroyed. Anyone else,she might have cared,but she was no fool to mess with a demon,let alone demons. Nor was she that great a fighter to care a chance at fighting. Eh,they were doing her a favor,in a roundabout sort of way. She had planned on remodeling anyway..but her head was far off in thought at the moment,and she could really care less at the moment.
Aaron had been somewhat calming down when all of a sudden, a loud booming noise literally sent him jumping to the rafters. His ears were laid back and his tail puffed out to its max and he was hyperventilating on the ceiling. His hands where gripping and holding the rafter for dear life as he meowed rather frightened. The guitar he had been playing was laying askew on the floor where it fell from his hands. He began shaking as he watched demons emerge and start playing very loud and chaotic music before destroying the bar. He was too scared to come down when he caught sight of Rini, his only best friend. With relative quickness, more like the poor kitty neko bolted along the rafters and jumped down at an opening as Rini was behind the bar. He hid behind his best friend, meowing and hissing at the demons as he somewhat clung to a leg, but kept the grip loose to follow her as she moved. He was indeed scared, but as he slowly calmed himself down, he watched them with a relative hiss. He listened to Rini's yelling and hissed at them for her for some good measure. He took comfort in his friend and in the commotion, hadn't realized all the people that were in the bar, like Sunny and that the sleeping neko had been awake. He nuzzled Rini's calf in caring before he began to slowly stalk the littler neko boy. His ears lowered as he silently crawled on the floors to avoid the Demons, but then as a demon neared the boy, Aaron pounced onto the neko, or tried to, with a meow and hoped to move the kid away from the demons, but if he did, his instinct would instantly take over as he mewed and nuzzled the other neko in a friendly manner with a hug. If he failed, then he would end up rolling unto the wooden floor, possibly distracting the demon nonetheless, but also putting himself into harms way. Regardless, the neko meowed as he found some more courage after the beegeezus was scared out of him.
Yuki was taken a bit surprised when the other neko lad pounced on him, and then nuzzles him in a friendly manner. "Meow.... You like Yuki... but your not my color your blue Yuki just brown and cream " H said sniffing the lads sent and then gets up on all four, before nuzzling the neko back, while purring. "Meow... Yuki likes you Yuki do...Were you come from nyaa.. Sivler didn't tell Yuki there was another one like Yuki. "
Silver smiles an laughed a bit. "You was asleep when he came in last night, I have to say he is a cute one just like you Yuki, also I think he wants to play with you. Why don't you two go and play for a bit while I get the room shorted for us to stay in." He said getting up and walks over to Yuki, petting his head and the other nekos as well. "Play nice now" He said before going up stairs.
Part of Jinbei's training entailed the ability to sense and discern various forms of energy within a certain perimeter. While this wouldn't quite save him from stepping into the radius of threads, it would save him from the possible result when the shinobi felt the earth itself being tugged on. Those foot falls offered were far too fast for mortal eyes to keep up with. Staggering in sheer dexterity even for a meta to perceive. Even as the ground beneath him ruptured and upturned violently, Jinbei would be leaning his upper body forward. This was done solely so the shinobi could allow his legs to flip out from under him and tumble his form into an insanely fast and precise flip.
emotion_facepalm No no... that's fine. We know Peppy.
The flip wasn't a straight forward maneuver however. From the moment the body was forced to tumble, the left foot would lead with more force then the right on a horizontal axis, ultimately sending Jinbei into a sideways complimentary spin to follow up the forward inertia. Yes Peppy... He did a barrel roll. One would have to assume that the nin had vast amounts in practice in this technique, because no sooner would he slam into the ground a couple feet left of his previous position in a near crouch, then the shinobi would be reacting to the Rock Throw No Jutsu follow up that was being offered. Despite the lack of information regarding why the ground was being upturned moments prior to the maneuver, Jinbei had intent from the very beginning to merely feint his follow up. This was demonstrated even further when the nin outstretched his free left palm from his landing point. Ultimately Jinbei would aim to react near instantly to the sudden mass of boulder chunks. One might speculate however this was the reaction that would have come regardless of the response offered to the shuriken. Said reaction was a massive surge of Chakra beneath the surface. All of which flooded into the palm, focused into and through the tenketsu, expelled out into existence, and was molded into a massive gale. A large torrent of wind that would brush the rocks right back through their point of origin. That being Leo. Jinbei didn't need to clap his hands together to pull off Repussho at this stage of his training. That was part of the advantage in having such a high skill level with energy manipulation. Molding, and shape/form transformations can be achieved on a whim with enough practice.
As if being in a sudden violent gale of Wind Chakra from near point blank wasn't enough, Jinbei would casually lift up his right hand and release the kunai dagger into the torrent fired. Like a leaf on a water slide the projectile would zip off to follow up the chunks of debris being refracted. As if a reversed flurry of boulders needed something sharp and pointy in the mix to add to potential damage...
Ability sheet
*Reppusho- By clapping the hands together [or through superior molding capability], the user compressed and manifests a massive gale of chakra altered by form into wind. The gust generated can be equated to a large scale wind shove; which can knock over [an average sized if not heavy male (Anybody at or beneath the 180 lbs mark is going to find movement hindering resistance within the gale.], but it can full on blow away opponents who don't breach the [130 lbs marker]. The most potent application of Reppusho however does not lie in it's ability to displace or unbalance an opponent, but in it's ability to re-direct [and or reflect] projectiles and add to their lethality with the extra push that the gust produces.
Leonardo S. Tensatsu
[I was going to respond earlier, but then I saw the clock and was like- Nope. Work.]
Cavnir had no doubt in his mind that this giant of a man had just let go of his knee at the last second. He had almost cried to stop the fight, he wasn't willing to risk his knee for this spar. Either way it, seemed that the giant wasn't yet ready to give up this spar so Cavnir resolved himself to fighting as best he could. He knew he would loose this fight in an instant should this man unleash himself completely, but such thoughts were not for now, afterwards, when they were finished, he could linger upon them. Now he had to do his best, which meant that a kick like the previous one, would no longer happen. What did that mean? It meant that his previous kick wasn't executed as he should have, not as fast as he could and he had left it lingering for too long. He had thought Samayou could not grab it that quick, but he was wrong.
As Samayou started circling him Cavnir did not move, his stance was not so weak that it could only defend from the front, in fact, the only weakness was that an assault from the front was more difficult. Assaulting sideways was easier from this stance, too bad though Samayou didn't circle towards Cavnir's back. He couldn't dwindle on though, after a few steps Cavnir reacted when Samayou started another step. He pushed himself off on his back leg, to the left and forward, just far enough for his front leg to come to a stop on the line between the two of them that is perpendicular on the line his stance drew. As he came to a stop he had already raised his right knee, the distance between them just enough for Cavnir to hit Samayou with his kick.
That kick was a stop kick again, with his toes pointing to the left he aimed for Samayou's stomach with the ball of his foot. It was however a faster kick, much like a whip, his leg was only stretched out for a split second before it was pulled back. This didn't detract the power behind it though, with the extra speed it was in fact increased and adding his qi to that, this kick was more powerful then the previous one.
Hit or no hit, Cavnir's right foot would be pulled back and placed where his left foot was standing, of course, should Samayou decide to give chase he'd be in for a nasty surprise, that was the last step back from Cavnir for this exchange.
OOC: It's taking so long because I need to properly think these things trough. I want a proper fight where I've given it my best, not a quick one with half hearted moves barely thought trough.
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