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True, though Rovell knew he was being toyed with, this bout had been interesting, to say the least. He just wished the two could fight on even terms.... Well, he did say he wanted to spar in a place where no rules from the arena would apply... Plus, he did add the fact that he said 'whatever goes, goes'. He had to laugh at his own words. He set himself up to lose this fight. He could only be thankfull that this wasn't an official match, and his death would not penalize his opponent in any way.

"Yeah, it's been.... interesting..., and I agree that it's time to give it a rest." he grinned. Hopping off of the hilt of his blade, and removing it from the ground, he dispelled their form, and the twin swords turned back into the dark pendant that Rovell wore before the match. "And by the way... shouldn't your arms be tired by now?" he asks looking directly where his opponent was. Rovell caught a glimpse of him performing a handstand on his own weapon just before the blue glow arround his body disipated. No sense in trying to look for him now that they've stopped fighting.

Still there was one thing to take care off before Rovell decided to take it easy. Kneeling down, he trailed his left hand over the wound on his left ankle, and his right hand over the wounds along his left leg and whispered, "Curatio Ventus." Slowly, the wounds began to close up untill they had vanished from Rovell's body. All that remained were the holes and tears in his pants and boots. "Yep, deffinitely gonna have to break out the sewing kit later..."

Feeling the force on the blade shift Vercellius was aware of the change, as he was only holding it against his side the blade fell to the ground uncermonially. Violet eyes saw the shift come as Snow moved to over take him from his left. Too bad for him it was an easier task to simply rotate his wrist to track his target then it was for him to move his entire body. The waves would still propogate from the ressonator, the needles instead struck upon the back of his armoured hand. Snow had struck upon the two units of armour Vercellius wore. A gaunlet which held the infrasonic weapon and the plate that protected his abdomen.

The rest of his body twisted with his hand and his head bobbed to the left, Snow's fist passing harmlessly through air, his shoulders hunched down as he half crouched into a dodge.

Struck by a blow that was unseemingly as nothing had happened so far his insides seemed to churn about in a mass of chaos. Ripping the mask from his head his mouth was stained with blood. While at first the attack had taken him by surprise a smile haunted his serene features, drips of blood dribbled out of his mouth before it was coughed up in a large spurt.

Laughing through it he looked at his foe, "Do you really think something like that would inhibit me? Come, try again." With that he threw his arms open wide.

"I would very much enjoy meeting, Ree-you-do. He sounds like a very interesting person, Rai-you-ghi." He told the man after listening and nodding. "It sounds like the man envied you alot, because you appeared to be so confident. Am I right?" He asked with a soft smile as he realigned his shirt and so on. But then he finally caught his hint at self imposed exhile. It was very much the same for his half-brother. The mere thought of the man gave him a soft cringe. "Left the lands of men? So you weren't around during the purgings of draconic blood?" He said, leveling out his wrist to expose the symbol of a dragon's foot. One could tell by the design that it was a thoroughly european dragon foot, and screamed his lineage. Allen had always damned himself for undergoing the ritual to give up his own heritage. But it was a sacrifice that he had to of made to make the sick monster repent for his sins against his "family." He'd never made his expressions any more honest that they were now. He knew that Ryugi could tell them if the man had any since of empathy.

"Yes, Ryugi, but not enough. I'm sour to admit that the entire ordeal was instigated by my 'saint' of a brother. Catholics damned alot of the non-mundane. Malleus Inficarum, Trials of Salem, damnations of dragons. So on and so forth." With that he let out a soft sigh, not typical of a russian at all. He blew some of his dyed hair from his eyes and then softly asked "Are you ready to spar, now, Ryugi? After then you must take me to Ryudo. I must see what I can teach him." Allen noted for a minuted before stretching out his arms to accept the trappings of his shield, and arm of his gladius.

"I need to work on my clairsentience in a combat setting. I've never really tried it before. But masters of it within the Zuoken order of China tell tales of men who were so percise in their precognition that they were never hit. They were treasured by emperors and wealthy merchants for protection. I just now learned how to use it from an Illithid monk. Tricky buisness it is. For now just melee attacks and a little bit of holding back." Allen explained before letting his weapons fall to his sides, in a relaxed stance before moving back to an open area where they would have plenty of room. He then began to study the dragon, with now whiteish-blue eyes that seemed to give off an eerie smoke.

Kalie walked through one of the many stone archways with a sigh. Her long midnight tresses blowing across her face in a soft caress when the wind lifted her hair. Her sea blue eyes were murky, undecided and indifferent to the arena around her. Her movements however would pause beneath the stone structure, it was far cooler in the shade then if she were to venture out into the open seating or the bar. Drinking was something she had never been especially good at or fond of, and she couldn't spot anyone she overwhelmingly wanted to speak to.

So for the time being she leaned on the arch and watched from a distance. Arms crossed.

Again the body felt the sheer impact of sonic at its fullest, but Snow went to the extreme to try to restabilize his unbalanced water supply within before it becomes too chaotic. Like the usual method of a delay strike, Snow injected his energy into the affected organs in a vibrating motion to counteract the frequency imbalance, dampening the initial damage to a minor degree. Reckless as it may seem, it is one of the effective maneuvers of energy healing, especially famous for balancing the body's internal and external system by the mark of Chi.

He coughed again, some damage still evident and in its aftermath as blood was coughed out in small lumps. The gaze is unsteady, but with quick compensation to Vercellius's resonator, he's already lucky that it didn't cause much collateral damage if left unchecked.

Snow sheathed his blades and the needles, lowering to hand to hand combat this time. Swords won't work against the quick blades of Vercellius, and the needles are useless against Vercellius's armour...

"You first." He uttered, resorting to a not commonly seen Iaido stance.