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Unsane didn't feel much beside more annoyance. Almost as fast as it had been washed away by the blast, the energy returned and concentrated again, like body heat after a gust of wind.

Considerig Ryugi had just moved a whole lotta air with his pretty sword, the opportunity was perfect. Digging his foot further in the ground, still shooting bursts of cold in the soil beneath him, Unsane ran faster. Just as he was within the sol blade's reach, Unsane turned aside so that his side was facing Ryugi and his stomach was toward the sword, and he threw his palm out straight for Ryugi's nose.

:: He walked into the nothing holding his pocket watch. A black metal watch on a long chain slipping from his inner pocket, with a skull engraved on its back.::

I dont get it...I shouldnt still be here...

::The figure seemed somewhat distraught, the area was cold and snowy and his reddening nose peeked out from his black hood. It was dusk, and so the sunlight was fading and the hood had cast a dim shadow over the top half of his face leaving his right eye to glow ever so slightly in the dark.

The hood itself was attached to a flowing dress jacket which was buttoned up to the waist, leaving the rest to flow freely. From the jackets long sleaves to hands were visible, the right hand covered in a jet black glove, the left also gloved though with its fingers exposed, and being used to hold the pocket watch in question.

As the man walked, there was an audible clacking heard as in his right hand he played with "something". It looked like a set of marbles perhaps. Whatever they were he could be seen slipping them betwix his fingers.

His boots crunched into the snow leaving, a normal bootprint with a skull insignia in its center. The entirely black clad figure walked to the edge of the plateau, and then let out a sigh as he looked down, then closed his pocket watch, and slipped it back into the pocket.::

I just dont get it...

::He turned, a smile across his pale lips showing his pearly white teeth. And waved his left hand in return. His right arm could been seen visibly twitching where it stood, though he played it off as if it didnt happen at all, taking a step toward this new figure.::

Hi!

::He said brightly. By the way the man was shouting "over here", it seemed like he needed something or was in trouble perhaps. Concerned, he spoke as he walked forward.::

Can I help you with something friend?

Really?

::He looked around the snowy field. It was just so very beautiful, the way the fading sun cast its bright oranges and dim reds across the snow. The giant tree a couple hundred feet in the background.::

It seems to beautiful to fight.

::He said, at the wonderful view off the plateau.::

Are you sure?

Actually...

::He said, flipping a flat marble off his thumb like a quarter and catching it.::

...I really dont. And its a pleasure to meet you Mr. Damrius.

::He smiled, and just slightly bowed his head before meeting Damrius, eye to eyes so to speak, as his left eye wasnt really visible at the time. But since this new acquiantance seemed to be itching for a fight, he slid his left hand behind his back and continue flipping the marble.::

But...if you really do want to fight...

::He flicked a marble skyward.::

...I suppose I dont really have a choice.

::He said just as he snatched the marble out of the air, and then gestured in the same motion for Damrius to come forth with his attack.::

::A standard one two combo. He wasnt a grand master or anything, he had just seen this move before, every fighter in the world likely had. But that was fine, opening attacks are always the most telegraphed. It took courage to make such an open close range attack.

A feign is obvious only because it doesnt have nearly as much force as a real punch. Different muscles are tensed, and ones footing is slightly different. A trained fighter puts more wieght on his heel than his toe, so that he can pull back and switch the directly the force was coming from quickly. With that in the mid, the black clad figure didnt even really pay attention the faux punch. He simply plotted a manuever to counter the follow through. He stepped inward, his toes digging the snow with a crunch, using his hieght and wieght to strike in the unsettled moment as a Damrius shifts his wieght to follow through. He sent a punch from his right fist, aiming square between the eyes.::

Thank you, so are you!

::He said with a bright smile across his face. Strange, but even as he punched he never dropped the marbles. Now as he waited for Damrius to attack, he could be seen flipping the marble along the backs of his fingers before catching it in his hand, and flipping another one out with his thumb. From the space between his knuckles one could see a few more of these flat black othello-like marbles.::

Indeed it will, I havent seen a weapon like that before, would like to try again?

::He waved again, egging on another attack.::

:: He took the offer, taking to steps forward in order to deliver a very powerful left hip kick toward Damrius's chest. It was a simple attack, with speed being its only advantage, but again, opening attacks usually are.::