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Kura was an odd character in fights and this was probably one of those odd attacks people would wonder about. He ducked straight down, granted now he could be hit from top, both his feet were on the ground. Then immediately, he vaulted forward, and into Kimache's now exposed chest and gut area with his head. He would then land in a crouch.

His eyes floating up slowly to look at Kimache and then chuckled softly. And he...smiled? For the first time in probably close to 300 years Kurayami smiled. He nodded slightly and moved his arms away from his back. "You're doing well Kimache-dono, but you're leaving yourself to open too attack." He turned, in a more martial artist stance. His arms slightly tucked close to him. "I won't subject you to my style, but instead to the one that I created as more of a mixture. It is using many different forms to achieve a perfect balance, if such a thing is possible.

"In any case it doesn't matter...shall we try again?"

Kura was just full of surprises today, he quickly fell back his leg not quite fully extended, his other leg flying out to attack the backs of Kimache's knees. They would of course buckle, but using his momentum he would flip Kimache over and then bring his leg down on Kimache's back, but mercifully in a way that wouldn't harm his previous wound.

He would then flip back and land on his feet before then rising up to his full height and stretching slightly. He smiled softly and then turned again, his stance now sideways, his left hand up in a claw type look. His right hand, palm up, 90 degrees cut and pinned into his side, fist with it pointing toward his northeast at the moment. His feet at the optimal distance, and turn to ensure the best movement capability.

Kura wasn't a fool, and he simply smiled. He shifted left, and with his arms pulling up, ready to deflect an attack, by leg or fist. Since Jay's back was open, for at least long enough, Kura would kick. His right leg flying up and into either Jay's back or side, depending if he had tried to turn. His left leg was on the ball and close to only the toe. Once the attack was hit, or missed he would jump back to safety again.

If Kura was in that position he would let his arms fall and his head droop slightly. He held this, his arms looking like weights, and his body swaying slightly, as if taught by the breeze.

Kimache being too ambitious and reaching down the extended leg would not note his other leg. Yes his balance was thrown of slightly, but that was the reason of how his foot was placed. It lifted, and flung up kicked Kimached square in the throat and neck. It wouldn't kill him, but Kimache would now be forced to let go of Kura's leg, and would fly back a few feet.

Kura himself would fall back and roll into a kneeling position. He would be smiling and breathing deeply now. He would slowly stand up and look over at Kimache for a while, his mind contemplating before he would speak.

Pale was still there. She'd been near Jay for almost a full day now, but watching Kura fight was interesting. She knew she would never willingly fight him, because his style varied too much to form much of a pattern, nothing that she could easily prepare for.

She took out a small shot of wine and drank it slowly, waiting to see what the two fighters would do next.

Ultima awoke from his tree nest agian. He had slept well and was full of energy. He was immeaditly flooded with the happenings in the forest. He saw satire on a tree branch but this quickly moved from his mind, there was a fight in the woods.

It was Jay, he could see that and the other was that very fast man he had seen in his dreams yesterday.

"Hmm i see that i wake to a show this day, very well"

he teleports to there location with pipe in hand, he kneels in the shadows on a large Elm and some smaller pine trees to see just how these two move.

Ultima grinned as he watched the scene before him, this fight was over before it began. The fighter before him was fast, so fast indeed that it was nea immpossible to see him without the trees help. He took in another puff from his pipe and was surrounded by the scent of pine as he exhaled.

"What is speed worth anymore to this man, noithing could match it really." he continued to watch them quietly, hoping it wasnt done yet.

Well the fight was over, jay had lost without a doubt but there seemed to be a diffrent meaning to this battle then proving who was stronger, owell nomatter now.

What really mattered was that he was thirsty and so was his flower. "Time to get some water or somthing" he mumbled to himself quietly and then he was standng infront of the bar and walking towards the door.