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((You cannot assume what my ability did. I don't need to tell you a percent, all I need to tell you is what your character would see. All your character would see is that his attack missed.))

Konstantine continued gathering energy as her opponent approached. She watched his every move, watched his peculiar sign change shape. She would continue as long as possible. Only stopping if he would come too close for comfort. At that moment, she would pause in her energy charging, and synthesize a spear with which she would stab the man...

((Divert: To turn aside from a course or direction: Traffic was diverted around the scene of the accident.

Does that sound like a 0.0001% difference? Of course it doesn't. I'm not going to give you a percentage because such a thing isn't possible. As I told you before. It's hit or miss. There is no middle ground; there is no percent. Your attack missed. As long as Konstantine retains consciousness, it will miss.
Your feeble attacks are clearly not working and they aren't going to spontaneously start working again. Try a different tactic.))

Continuation of a fight between friends..please do not join unless you plan on being a spectator, one on one.

He heard the metallic sound. Figured what it was. He was blind and hated that but he could still fight. He did the only thing he could. He dodged down and sideways but was still struck, One hit his shoulder light splatter hitting the ground as he landed the other caused a ripping sound and his headband thudded lifelessly to the ground his eyes now revealed. They were closed but his face was bad. Scar littered his face around his eyes jagged and short leading to his eyes and away. He opened his eyes for a second then closed them immediately standing here looking normal though a fight raged inside. In the brief instant his eyes shone something was apparent, blindness was the least of his worries. His eyes were mutilated but still intact, covered in the milky white glaze and pockmarked and misshapen. He seemed to have had it bad for his eyes.

He felt torrent tear at him inside. He felt the energies he had collected and the techniques he had absorbed surge. That headband had channeled his energy, now it was nothing, his body would not fully control it but it would be hard to suppress a very little bit of it. A scream of rage and pain echoed as he fell to his knees, he knew he would not kill shin if he tried but he also knew he might even if he tried his best. His body was racked with small quakes and he held his skull as if holding his power in. In truth it was not much but it was enough. He opened his eyes and flames erupted as e lost control of the power earth flying around fire emanating from anything wind gusting, his elemental maneuverability was now gone. Shin was on his own.

(told you I would make it happen)

He felt the energy pulsing and wanted to tear his skin off to let it out. He felt if he didn't it would for him. He didn't know where shin was, didn't see anyhting other than dim white, and all he heard was a dull roar around him.

Now he was kneeling on the ground slamming his fists down doing nothing but picking up more rocks. The air near him fluctuated techniques previously found messing and mixing. It heated to unbearable temps, then cooled until metal would break like dirt. Gouts of flame ripped out of the earth and he finally let go.

What seemed to be a bar of hard light came from both his hands, Cutting a neat hole into everything in his path, most likely cutting even through the stadium though he hoped not. His power slowly dwindled though and finally only the after affects remained, burnt and charred stadium and he saw no hsin through the smoke though now he wasn't caring if shin had died.

He looked up body still smoldering and jet black eyes gleaming. His black hair was matted to his head wit hsweat and he grinned. In his hand he held a rock using the last bits of his adeption he made it like a hilt of a sword, the rest hovered over making a rock sword. His body simply laggted here tired but he would puch himself to death if need be.

"me wanting your life? You think highly of yourself."

He said mockingly but was interrupted as the hands pulled themselves from the earth. Nothin shone on his face as most would expect. Nothing but a glint in his eyes and determination that is. He looked at shin already agnry enough for a bit of fun though his body lagged, that last attack had taken to much for now it seemed. He grinned as he charged quickly dadging as often as attacking tearing rotten flesh and rending bone into splinters. The light cracks of arms the the charp ones of legs snapping all exilerated him. His blade still unstained due to lack of opposing blood. He was using a bit to much energy for this. He skidded to a stob pushing off one of the axe men, And executioner in his eyes. He jumped hard and forward towards shin, that evil grin remaining on his face. Apparently his bloodlust had takne for voices played in his head, a childs, a wise fighter and others that were him. Loudest of all though rin pleaded to him, as did mamoru.

Do not kill him saiko, DO NOT KILL HIM!!

both said in unisen trying to take over, he made their voices a buzz in his head and finished his jump landing closer to shin and in the middle of a few more fighter. He began to dismember theme pucshing his way towards shin being pushed back and forcing forward often. At first it sounded like cry9ing it seemed. But it came from saiko. He was shaking as he fought.He was laughing, short insane bursts of laughter as he killed his body, destroyed himself to fight something as strong as him. Spent himself to fight these simple distractions. The laughter grew and it seemed to unnerve the voices as they receded. Mamoru cussing under his mental breath.

"Your blood will be spilt, i swear to whatever god you wish that i will taste your blood before this is over!"

He yelled that insane laughter cutting in again towards the end. He had truly lost himself.

He could heal himself. He knew it, but for now he did not have hte consentration. And as an earth healer he could not in any way heal himself while awake. the bones fused around him and his laughing seased though it echoed and bounced off of the bones. He grinned and began to slash rapidly at the bones but made almost no dent.

On the outside nothing happened for a fair bit of time but as soon as the silence started it ended. A scream erupted from the pits of bones and a shape tore itself free. It was atleast a man and a half tall. And it seemed a bit uneven, it's skin bumpy. As the rubbles stopped falling it was clear. THe creature was not human. It was rocks, blood dripping from crevices and peices of skin some slmost a foor in diameter hung loosely from the rocks. Saiko had torn apart as the creature came from his body. Grinning the creature charged. Fatigue no longer affected it as much. It screamed a battle cry in a mixture of rage and barbaric curses from what seemed liek otherl aunguages it swungs it's large fist at shin's head.

Fool...

Shin had finished his healing and had glanced up at the right moment to see a barbaric fist plumeting torwards his head. Death? No, that was one option he would not take. But would he use his trump card? No, one demon in this stadium was enough for now, he would save it til a later time. He had his energy now, it was time to fight.

He had no time to usher a word, no chant to be said. It was act now or get ones head decapitated....he liked the first choice better. Thankfully, Shin new a technique in which required no chant or kantra to perform. He thanked the Gawds for his abilitie to learn his Secret art of Shadow Drifting.

He was fortunate to have created and learned this art some time ago, not showing it to many, passing on his secret through scrolls given to The Kyonuske Clan, so that only those in highest rank could learn its secrets. The scrolls worked in a mysterious way. You did not have to read them, simply grace their presence, if they deemed you worthy of the skill, they would bestow the Art of Shadow Drifting upon you. It was the only way to learn.

Shadow Drifting is an Art that relys on the basic knowledge that every object you interact with casts a shadow on you as you do cast a shadow on it. Knowing this principal, Shadow Drifting built upon it, wondering what would happen if one was able to pass through or around their reflected shadow. In this sence, one would "pass through" into another plane of exsitance known as "The Shadow Realm". In this realm, you can travel far distances, or short ones, without having to interact with any object in the phsical realm. Why this is good for stealth and such, Shadow Drifting is not infinite, you will eventually run out of energy. So one must return to the phsical realm. Which makes Shadow drifting ideal for short bursts, which is what Shin had on his mind....

As the gargantuan fist plunged straight at him, Shin invoked his secret art and passed into the Shadow Realm, leaving only a Black whispy cloud where he once knelt. The fist plummeted through his head, hitting the ground and causing a gigantic crater to be formed. Thankfully Shin had been saved, but he coulden't relish in this fact, he had to move. Time, and his newly regained energy was wasting, and that could not happen.

Shin leapt up into the air. He landed and ran to the monsters backside. With a jump and a slight willing, Shin mateialized, reappering in the physical realm, mid-air, poised for attack. His attack however was with his hands. He had two fingers outstretched, aimed for a spot on the beasts back. He may be stone, but nothing could deny Shin's Dim Mak. This technique allowed Shin to parylize his oppent with a single strike. From Shin's angle and The bests hand lodged into the ground, along with the suprise from the sudden dissappearance, left the beast with no way to attack, defend, or move. He lashed forward.

The sadow suddenly appears in a place strange to him, his red eyes roved about the unknown area the place looked peacefull yet at the same time he felt the place to be very hostile. As he looked about he saw another being who seemed to be lost as well. He jumped to a platform in front of the man and felt asudden urge to fight.