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"Such a long time.." The dark-clad mercenary muttered to himself, shakily getting to his feet; knees shifting a bit here and there, as though ready to break out beneath him. Yet, he managed to shift his right leg apart just a bit in order to catch a shifty level of balance, as his feet dug into the trickle dirt ground beneath him. Omi was, again, out in the forests leading away from the arena, sunlight just barely reaching him beneath the thick foilage. And from the looks of him, he had been practicing out there for many hours. Perhaps, too many, for he looked rather exhausted.

Still, his amber-brown eyes held plenty of focus. Pupils staring readily ahead at his next target. All around him, smoke ebbed off the ground as though a fresh forest fire had just ended; the etched flames which existed but moments ago still made their prescence known in the burns lining the soil and yellowing grass about him. Sweat was dripping along his skin slowly, and his breathing was irregular - at panting's level, nearly.

Leaning forward, Omi raised his right arm forward. The chain mesh was on beneath his clothing, obviously, as it lead up to the fingertipless gauntlet covering his hand. Yet, as he thrusted said palm forward, all five fingertips pointed forward; a human hand making a claw-like gesture. And then, with a quick grunt of exhaustion, five crimson red 'lights' festered at any given fingertip. Then, all at once, the five lights in the shape of 'serpents' shot forward directly; not taking the time to manipulate them about, they shot a good fifty yards in but a few moments, before stopping in place. Each end touching the bark of a tree.

Wearily raising his left hand, the mercenary snapped his fingers, as a wave of fire spiralled around the path of these 'serpents' in a fury, before hitting the tree dead on. At the impact point, the sheer force of the flames striking the cedar wood decimated it; fire roaring along it as the area was cast into the glow of fire, the tree being knocked off it's well-routed foundation & falling to the dirt before being eaten away. After the small explosion & ignitation of flames, the trunk also lit ablaze; merely disappearing in the distorted air's heat waves. Licking his lips once before taking a deep breath in order to stabalize it, Omi then lowered his left hand vertically - as the fires followed suit, flickering out into non-existance - before he fell on his right knee, breathing deeply.

Yet, a grin formed across his lips. Weary thoughts came to his mind, "Alright, coming along nicely. Time to step this up a notch.." Forcing himself up again, right hand upon respective knee in order to aid it coming upright once more - Omi let both his hands come out this time. Once again, a red light began to flicker at his fingertips, illuminating the dark forest dimly. Except, this time, he guided the lights; pointing one finger to his left, an index finger to the right, a ring finger towards the roots of another tree. And these 'serpents' followed.

Ten 'lights'. Ten trees. Bowing his head for a moment, Omi continued breathing shakily, before inhaling deeply - and clenching his fists together, the sound of his knuckles cracking audible. At once, a brilliant show of flames flowed outward, soaking each tree & severing them from their roots, before slowly raising their burning frames into the air. Then, his right hand, palm forward, began to wave back and fourth horizontally - as the ten flaming hunks of bark spiralled around him in a violent circle. Faster, faster.. chips of fire & wood flying off in random directions. Then, with a howl, his left arm rose up - then forward violently, palm first at it's reach.

All ten flaming masses shot off, causing untold chaos about him. Dust kicked up, fire flew off in any given direction, brush lit up in an instant & died away.. and then, as all settled down, the area was now well illuminated. Powerful embers, in colors of yellow, orange, and red encircled Omi and than some; the sound of crackling flames audible for at least a mile, easily, as some masses of flaming bark flew over his head. Still, falling to his right knee much more swiftly this time, the mercenary rose up his right arm high, then slapped the hand down upon the ground palm first. The flames began to die out in an unnatural 'gust', until they existed no more - though, it looked like the area'd been a battlefield but moments ago.

Shaking his head to the right, then left quickly to flick away sweat - Omi wearily staggered forward & upon his feet. Occasionally faltering a step. "When the next round comes.. it's mine."