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Keeping his body loose, arms drooping slightly, the man would breath in through his nose, focusing the air into his chest and then down to his stomach. Pausing briefly, he'd exhale harshly, forcing the air out of his belly with a low 'osu'.

Grinning, he'd feel revitalized, easily pushing back that sinking pain in his lower body. The man would quickly shuffle in with his left foot in front, arms up in his basic boxer's guard. If he remained uninterrupted throughout, then the man would throw two quick jabs with his left.

As Silver stepped in with his left and threw his first jab, Shouyin would slide his left foot backwards, putting his right foot in front. In time with this, he'd bring an open left hand downwards, parrying Silver's punch down and to the half-golem's right as he brought his right shoulder out to the side.

Now, before a second jab or any sort of hook could come, Shouyin would push off his rear foot, snapping his shoulder back in as his right hand extended in a vertical fisted straight punch for Silver's already ******** up nose. His left hand would be held down and across the body in a check, basically positioned where it had been after parrying the first jab.

Unsane was standing dead in the middle of a grassy field. It wasn't really all by choice, to tell the truth. He tried walking toward the tree line you could see upon the horizon, and the mountains beyond them, but no matter how far he walked, he never seemed to get any closer.

Which, quite frankly, was tiresome after a while.

"How the hell did I manage to end up here anyway?" He muttered, hands in pockets, digging the tip of his foot into the grass in annoyment.

Why did everyone call him that?

Unsane turned around. It took him a minute, but surely, he ended up remembering the man in front of him. He also remembered the numerous time whatshisface blew Unsane to pieces. Something he preferred not remembering, as a general rule.

"Oh, you." A pause, "... Ryugi? Something like that?"

"I didn't? Sorry, must've forgot."

Unsane took his hands out of his pockets to stretch out a little. He wasn't quite sure that not being alone in there was a good thing, but then, if he stayed around too much, he could always kill Ryugi and eat him. Hopefully, he wouldn't taste too bad.

"So you can't get out either?" Unsane scratched the back of his head. "Do you at least remember how you got here?"

Beating the crap out of something.

This place didn't look natural at all. They both ended up in here without any knowledge of it, against their will and without a ghost of an apparent reason. They were completely alone, and there was nothing in sight beside the unreachable scenery.

Back in his younger days, Unsane had seen something like it before. Powerful demons would warp spawnlings into an arena, and not let either get out before they kicked the other's a**. It was a very popular and entertaining activity in the Underworld.

Nothing to lose ...

"Think fast."

Unsane threw a snowball at Ryugi's face. A snowball summoned out of nothing, considering there wasn't a speck of snow under the day's bright sun, but y'know, Unsane could do that. Unsane could also put a chunk of ice in the middle of his snowball, but because he was a dirty b*****d, he made the whole ball a big chunk of ice, surrounded by a thin sheet of snow. Just to say it's still a snowball.

If Ryugi was good at noticing magical stuff, he'd see that Unsane was concentrating almost all of his energy into his palms. A thin, barely noticeable layer of cold also surrounded his whole body, magical too, and as the elemental hopped toward him, Ryugi would also be able to see a spike of magical energy burst into the ground with each step, and stay imbedded there.

Unsane's left hand was down next to his waist, his right hand slightly forward, at shoulder level as he was nearing Ryugi fast.