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A figure would walk out of the mist. It appeared grey and difficult to see, hidden my the misty vapors all around the both of them. Damion would be unable to see whom was approaching. The figure was tall, and it was apparently carrying something large in its hand. However, he wouldn't have to wonder for very much longer. The eyes of the figure would shine brightly for a moment and the mist would be blown away by a heated gust of air expanding away from the figure.



Red eyes, a white coat, and Ragnarok signified that this was indeed Ryugi, but if Damion was to look around at his surroundings, he would see something very odd. He appeared to be floating!! He might panic as he saw swirling clouds below him, their misty wafting tendrils spiraling about below him. However, two glowing areas below his feet would suddenly pull him back to reality, whatever reality this was. The glowing seemed to signify that his feet were touching something, and indeed they were...

A soft gust of wind would soon blow away the remaining vapors to show a massive battle area, but barely. For the arena they stood in was completely clear like a crystal goblet. Bright white clouds blew about on the outskirts of the arena and off into the distance, and golden, brilliant sunlight shimmered down onto the field below, illuminating the two opponents as they stared each other down...



Ryugi would snap into his casual stance, Ragnarok placed on his shoulder, right hand gripping the handle of the blade, poised and alert, even if he didn't seem it. Would Damion fare well against his former captain? After all, Ryugi had to hold himself back during the Heaven or Hell Tournament due to power limitations, but here, he was free to use his full abilities. What did Ryugi really have up his sleeve? Time, and Damion's first move would tell...

"Spring" was hardly the word to describe such an action, however Damion slowly advanced towards Ryugi, and he would hold his ground, his red eyes locked onto the man as he approached. It was scary, almost. Ryugi didn't move save for his hair being blown by the faint wind that blew across the field of battle. His fingers clenched slightly on the handle of Ragnarok, his chest softly rose and fell, but that was the extent of his actions.

Ryugi had been challenged, and he'd wait for his challenger to make his move...

Ryugi would hop back as soon as Damion left the ground. Once he was airborne, he'd follow a predictable motion into the air, before gravity brought him back down. Based on that information, Ryugi's leap would bring him well out of range of Damion's knife, but NOT out of range of Ragnarok's finely sharpened blade.

As Ryugi landed, his right arm would pull the weapon around and into a powerful horizontal slash from right to left, the blade falling slightly in its motion through the air to cover more room, and be in a good position if Damion decided to crouch or roll to avoid the blade...

That was a very large overstatement running through Damion's mind. Ryugi had to deal with his own force all the time. After all, swinging a sword like Ragnarok around wasn't exactly an easy task. The main thing Ryugi was battling with his weapon was actually Ragnarok's momentum and inertia once the blade was sent into motion. Constantly fighting the sword's momentum would tire Ryugi out much more quickly than flowing with the sword's movements and using its momentum to power his next strikes. By doing this, Ragnarok and Ryugi could effectively work as a team when in combat.

Ragnarok was reflected back and away from Damion's weapon in the opposite direction, and with the boosted force of the man's movements as well. But instead of being flung across the course in a highly undignified manner, Ryugi would flow along with the motion of the weapon and pivot on his heels, the blade surging with energy and glowing brightly as he rotated around to face Damion's body once more. But what he did next would be HIGHLY unexpected.



The mighty glowing weapon would surge towards Damion's crumpled form like a powerful energy bolt, powered by Ryugi's own energy and momentum, with a large amount of thanks to Damion's gift of the extra force.



The blade would slam into the ground near Damion, barely missing his downed form, almost like a taunt that said Ryugi could have finished him with the blow, followed shortly by Ryugi charging in towards him, Ragnarok's glowing form stabbed into the clear ground, a light area showing where it sank into the battlefield below.

But poor Damion wouldn't get a chance to do anything more than flail as the energy that caused Ragnarok to glow would erupt in a mighty blast of energy that would slam directly into the unsuspecting Damion, who wouldn't be more than a foot away from the epicenter. Searing heat would rush across his form, flames would lick at his exposed skin and clothing, and the power of the blast would almost be like a solid kick to the chest, and be enough to launch the weapon out of the ground and into the air.

As Damion would be dealing with the pain and power of the erupting attack, Ryugi would speed across the ground and jump into the air, his arm gripping the handle of Ragnarok as the two met before he'd flip around and come down for a powerful attack into the ground, and possibly into Damion's unsuspecting form as well with a massive show of force. The force wouldn't have to be explained. If that kind of attack hit, Damion wasn't likely to be getting up...

Ryugi couldn't have said it better himself. A new trick? Hardly. It was another reflective strike. Same old, same old. Ryugi had really expected more from Damion than to reuse the same attack strategy again and again. But that wasn't important right now. Damion reflected the mighty attack back towards Ryugi, who was indeed uneffected by it, and infact reabsorbed the energy back into Ragnarok as it neared, Damion having handed him more energy to utilize. If Damion kept this up Ryugi wouldn't have to use any more of his stamina to get more energy. Any air that would have been sucked away would just be replaced by more air that was sucked in. Such was the nature of flames. And thats why firestorms always had a strong wind blowing towards them. Ryugi's breathing would be virtually uneffected.

Instead of slamming the weapon down onto the ground to cleave Damion in half, he would land on the ground in a crouch, Ragnarok glowing brightly with energy once again. As he landed the energy within the sword would lash out across the ground into three lances of searing glowing force. The middle one would be aimed towards Damion, the other two would speed to his sides, effectively trapping him within their grasp. His movements would be virtually cut off, except for a couple different options. The lance would be released, and Ryugi's crouched form would then push off and surge forward towards Damion, Ragnarok moving to his shoulder once again with his right arm gripping it tightly.

Ryugi was beginning to lose interest. Damion had challenged him to a fight, and yet at each turn he ran off or escaped from whatever Ryugi tossed his way. This wasn't a fight, this was a goose chase. So far, all Damion had done was talk big, act small, and run off or reflect anything that Ryugi tossed at him. It was boringly repetative.

So much so that Ryugi stopped charging, hefted Ragnarok onto his shoulder again, and stood there, looking bored, and watching Damion.

You're boring me Damion... I expected more from you after all that talking big about you taking everything from me.

Ryugi scratched his head and yawned as he watched Damion. Ryugi had done all the attacking despite him being the one challenged. How very disappointing...