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((Sorry this took so long, I was trying to get my computer to let me see new posts on this page, but it didn't let me do it until now. Hope it hasn't been a problem for you.))

"Yes... I can hear you... miss..." He said, grunting as he put all his concentration into his arm, and gritted for one hard push, and then twisting around quickly before he fell back down, placing his knees underneath himself, rather clumsily, to kneel, holding one hand against his larger stomach wound, as if it would do any good when he hardly had the strength to hold it there. Two days. Only two days training at a time. Then try to avoid fights... He twisted his head toward her, and nodded thankfully. "Actually, I could use some medical attention, that would be helpful. I don't mean to be rude... but I'm afraid I'd rather skip introductions for now." He tried to stand, failing, and balanced himself carefully before trying to puch himself up agian. This is pathetic... I can't remember the last time I've let myself get more than a bit of a limp and a couple scratches. Maybe the link gave me a little more than I realized... but it certainly wasn't worth it, whatever it did.

((Speaking of which, it might be my computer's glitches doing this to me, but I haven't seen myself on the tournement list. This because I'm in the second round, or for other reason? (If anyone of the mods. running it should see this... ) Well, any way, I'd still like to compete when it comes around, so thanks to whoever is running it, and sorry for my pestering.))

The wind rustled as the tree's branches moved with the sound of the wind. It was a calling. A little boy with blond hair and brown eyes appeared in the wilderness, although he looked might confused. His finger was up upon his lips as his eyes told a story, he came here to see Reaper. He got away from Huwatari for a moment and traveled over to Black Amber from the white darkness.

"I wonder where this Reaper is?" he said in a hyperactive voice but not really showing her hyperness. He continued walking, his chocolate eyes came here to see whom this Reaper was and tell her why Huwatari wants Sakura to come back.

"My ki is fairly low" she said with a shrug "You'll have to stand for me carrying you there, if that's ok. Aes should be in, so I think we're good to go." she took his hand and looked at him, waiting for confirmation

Konstantine had been wandering about the wilderness for some time before she decided she was thoroughly and completely and absolutely bored. Seeing a tree towering above the rest, she took an offensive stance, as if the tree were a mighty foe. She kicked off her sandals, once again, as always, reminded she should invest in proper battle footwear. She spread her feet apart and her arms away from her body, half crouching to be a smaller target for the counter-attacks that wouldn't actually come.

Konstantine stood for a moment, watching a breeze tug at the tree's branches just a bit -- her moment to strike. From several feet away from the tree, she ran a few steps forward and lunged arms forward. In the blink of an eye, several foot-long pieces of metal formed in the air of Konstantine, racing toward and biting into the bark of that tree. She had caught her mock opponent off guard. She rushed forward and exerted energy, converting into matter in the shape of a large, nondescript axe. Her body spun around and Konstantine struck with all her might, cutting into the tree. . .

Konstantine waved her hand across the smaller projectiles and watched them disappear just as instantly as they had first materialized. Then, she tugged on the axe a bit before absorbing it, too. She spun around and instinctively synthesized a short sword in her right hand. She looked the man up and down and by the flower which seemed to be growing out of his head, Konstantine assumed she had irked him by attacking a tree. Inside, she felt sorry, but outside she was resolute. It seemed the man wanted a fight. And he would get just that.

Konstantine rushed forward with the sword in her hand. She would make no attack but observe her opponent's reaction. . .

Konstantine cursed inside her head when she saw her opponent wouldn't react the way she had hoped. However, she couldn't very well stop attacking. When she drew closer to her opponent, Konstantine synthesized another sword to match the first into her left hand. Konstantine played her plans out in her head: once in close proximity, she would strike the shield with the sword in her left hand, attempting to knock it away or at the very least, keep the man from using it very well for the moment. In quick succession, the sword in her right hand would slash at the man, not for a deep wound but simply to get some idea of how he would react. . .