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If his eyes were sharp beyond reason he would notice slight waves emenating off of tenmas right arm, the one grasping his blade.

It looked like light, but in reality heat he was pulling from the air around him began to move around his right forearm, slowly curling up his bicep as if embracing his arm, it would cover his arm completely, the heat soon giving off visible waves and distorting the view of his arm, but that wasn't the purpose.

It was an easy move, drawing his blade with a sharp hiss he held the blade tip low to the ground, body relaxed and heat slowly waving off of his arm.

The thing about heat is it doesn't require fire to actually hurt. Fire is a byproduct.

Slashing his blade quickly at an angle that had he been close it would have cut from right shoulder to left hip he pushed out 2 waves of heat, both very thin and curved in the same path his blade had moved, one very close behind the other, the first would heat the air in front of it, basically 'cutting' through the icy wind blast and let the second shot go to it's target, it would be like having a line of fire running across his body and would make him stagger a bit if nothing else.

But it wasn't that simple, pushing more heat from around him into his arm he began to run sideways, running with his head turned to keep on eye on the spearman.

Siat was BORING.

Sunstrike was already sitting on one of the tree branches, a leg swinging back and forth as he stared at the boy. This place had no sun, but the sense of someone basking lazily was still there.

"...been a while since I had this dream..."

"Ouch, not one for words are ya, kiddo?" His eyes narrow as he looks at the person below. "Who the hell are you...you look familiar but, not..." A blank look, as if he were trying to sort through something. "No matter, that sounded like a hell of a challenge."

Strange way to act to someone about to kill you. Carefully he swung himself down to stand five paces from Siat. "Nice to meet you." No weapon? No attack pose? What was this guy smoking?

Sunstrike's head fell to the right slightly, one of his ears twitching as he studied this kid. "How can you have something of mine if we've never met?"

Meh, whatever. A fight was a fight, and this guy seemed itching for one. Sunstrike grinned at the boxing stance.

"You're gonna have to ease up if your gonna fight me you know..." A bound forward and Sun got inches from the guys face before throwing himself backwards, hopefully away from any reactionary blows, and slamming a foot upwards to a jaw, right between the upraised fists.

Sunstrike...was not wwf, an actor, or 300 lbs full of muscel and air.

Balance was maintained over the grab, before he pushed himself off the ground, twisted before his foot was bent backwards, and sideswiped Siat in the face with the side of the free foot, braced by hands now planted behind him.

If all went according to plan, Siat would let go of his foot and he'd cartwheel to a relaxed standing position.

"O.O" The air whooshed out of Sun's lungs as Siat slammed into him, making his ribs work a little harder then normal.

But instead of just falling back, he threw himself onto the ground, yanking Siat with him and controling the situation once more by chucking the kid off him with another yank and a well placed foot in the mid-drift.

"Got nuthin but time here, boyo, might wanna tell me your name though..." Dust flew as he brushed it off his jeans. "And how the hell you know who I am..."