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::He really had no intention of making his leg so very easy to sever. A hip kick shoves a leg forward, like when you stomp down a door. The leg really doesnt go "up", aiming at a smaller target like a head wasnt the wisest choice. Its harder to move ones entire torso than it is to tilt your neck. Once his leg was completely extend, catching sight of the weapon he bent it at the knee and then brought it straight down, aiming to stomp, not on the blade of the odd weapon, but on the hand that wielded it. He was aiming to take advantage of the impossibility one would have in holding a blade, and at the same time using it to guard the hand thats holding it, while still striking with it.

As he stomped down, he held one of these odd black stones between his fingers, and tossed them directly at the center of Damrius's chest. With all the dodging, attacking, and weapon drawing, it would be hard enough to see to the two black marbles being tossed, much less dodge them. As it was far lighter, the stone would likely reach before the foot ever did.::

::The moment, it his chest the attack was launched. It moved at unbelievable speeds, the naked eye it was little more than a black blur. Like a shadow when the light was cast on it, there and then gone, in half a blink of an eye. From the shadow came a sword, 4ft long, 3.5inchs wide, not including the hilt, targeted on the black stone. Whenever a one of the shadow swords were summoned, they shattered the black Sword Stone which summoned them. Meaning the sword had to be driven through the stone...The stone was currently on Damrius's chest.

It wasnt glued there or anything of that sword, the swords were simply summoned so fast that it would have been able to pierce the stone before gravity could take hold of it. To the average bystander, it would appear "instantaneous". But is a term usually used to describe "inhumanely fast" things.

It flew with more than enough force to lift the average person off the ground and carry them a foot or two back. Damrius wasnt even really given the opportunity to fall on his bum. Though it was a great help that he was off balance at the time, as it would likely make him almost totally unable to block or dodge, or manuever such a speedy attack before the sword pierced through him.::

::The moment the blade pierced he started speaking. It wasnt aimed at organs or anything to vital, no one learns lessons from death.::

Deception is key Mr. Damrius. You expected a stone not a sword.

::He lifted his right hand and up, his palm open, showing all four remaining stones in between his fingers. The motion triggered the sword, and it slid back out of its victim taking up an orbit around the man as he spoke. The single sword hovering in mid air, with its blade pointed downwards.::

You have impressive speed but...

:: He watched as Damrius gathered his energy and then shot it forward. In responce he closed his hand into a fist, and extended his index finger, spun it around twice and then pointed straight at the ground. The sword mimicked the motion, moving into the path of the oncoming bolt, taking them head on, sparks visibly churning and then following the finger it slammed directly into the ground, diffusing the electricity in the soil and snow. Meanwhile he made a small turn to dodge another bolt.::

...your moves are plain to see. In the end, only you need to know how to attack, your opponent really only needs to know it hurt.

::He gently moved his hand toward Damrius, and the sword rose from the ground sliding in front of the young man, with its hilt pointed at him.::

Let me help you up, I avoided your vitals you'll live. Try again, this time try and throw off my attention.

::Once Damrius was stable, a small hand motion gestured that the sword return, and so it did. He had suggest that the boy attack, and so of course he would let him. His eyes carefully waiting for the secret of the energy ball to be revealed, and with a brilliant zap it was.

He wasnt blind, and yet at the same time he also already was. His left eye slammed shut in shock, while his right remained unphased. That eye never really perceived color or shape to begin, just soul sight so it was uneffected by the bright light. Instead he found himself more concerned with the beams of lightning headed for his chest. It seemed that if he stood still, they would hit his entire chest, but the chest was a single target. In the middle of a combination attack to strike at the chest is wise, as chest is difficult to suddenly move. But while your opponent is simply standing still, he is able to block, dodge, or even see most attacks that are headed his way and move something as vital as his chest out of the way.

The bolts were fast, and bright harming ones ability to avoid, but they would hardly harm ones ability to absorb.

In this case, as one eye a victim of a rather large shock, his right arm shot up covering his left eye, and triggering the sword to float defensively over his left half. Simultaneuosly he moved to dodge the oncoming lightning blast by jerking to the left, just barely dodging the blast. But revealing his weakness as he seemed now to be defensively favoring his left side.::

Much better...

::He said with a smirk::

::He rubbed his eye a bit as he stood back up straight, his right arm letting out another involuntary twitch. The snow had begun to gather on his shoulders and the top of his hood. And from ear to ear a smile spread across his face. ::

No no, thank you, I havent been able to...enjoy myself, in a long time.

::With a few blinks his left eye opened, though in the darkness that covered the top half his face underneath that hood, only his right eye was visible with its slight glow. He tapped his chin for a second as he tried to think of a way to adequately respond without being too rude.::

I would love to give it, Mr. Damrius, but until I leave this place...I havent got one to give. So as it stands friend, I dont really have a name.

::He gestured to the diamond stick as Damrius pulled it out, squinting his right eye.::

That stick, it forged a blade earlier made of something...the glow was strange, seeming more spiritual and emotional than otherwise, what is it?

::With a swipe he snatched it out of the air into his right hand. And twirledit around a bit in his fingers, his arm strangely twitched twice while he held it, but he didnt seem to react as if he didnt notce. Or as if he was trying to ignore it.::

I see...

::He said, holding it up to the light.::

...you use a strong emotion, a channel it through this, and make it physical. Very interesting.

::After twirling it twice around his nimble fingers he tossed it back. Smiling a bit brighter. When it landed in Damrius's hand, strangely it would seem colder. It was almost a sort of empty feeling in it. He tightened his right arm into a fist, and then loosened it, with a flick of the wrist, the four marbles, landing gently in his palm. He spoke, his tone very warm.::

He's very lucky, Mr. Damrius. As are you to have been able to experience that emotion. That is quite the treasure.

::Hand it been his left hand, the man might have had a quirk on his face. But it being his right, the spikes dug into his flesh and he just stared at it as a few very dark drops of blood stained the snow.

With a flick, he tossed the stick of diamond back to Damrius. Oddly, with no spikes or blades exposed or extended.

Its true, Damrius controlled the blade and only he did. But the blades themselves were made of emotion, emotional energy, and or emotional matter. That being a particuluar something this particular hand has being having trouble with eating. There was reason that his right arm was fully gloved. Even if he didnt fully advertise the curse. Its something of a negative affliction not to be able to touch another human with ones bare hand without draining them.

The spikes had really only extended far enough to pierce the bare skin before the energy being fed into them was simply being consumed through the arm, rupturing the flow and simply not letting the spikes grow any farther. After he flicked the stick back, the energy was allowed to flow uninhibited and in mid air the spikes fully extended as they flew to Damrius. And as it flew, he chucked 1 more marble from his hand right hand directly at Damrius's chest.

Since they were tossing relatively harmless object, he thought he would join in the fun.::

That was rude. This is a new glove.

::He said somewhat flatly.::