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*Dirk sighs*

"Blah blah blah, keep talking your false wisdom pal wink "

*With that said, Dirk clutches his Scythe with his right hand, and rockets off towards Wolf. Soon, a gray blur could be seen surrounding him as the ground beneath him began to become cut up, much like a speedboat on water. On closer inspection, you could notice that the gray dome around him wasn't actually a dome at all, it was his Scythe. Dirk was hurling his Scythe about his body so imensly fast, that the spectrum of sight could only keep up slightly. Once in range, Dirk begins spinning vertically. Dirk now clutches his Scythe with both hands, flexes to the left, and slashes down, aiming to drive the tip of his blade directly into Wolf's left collar bone. Dirk would then land in a crouched position, hurl his Scythe over to the right, and aim to drive the end of the Scythe into Wolf's stomach. Dirk would then dash to the left, extend his Scythe outwards, and aim to decapitate Wolf with the razor sharp blade. As Dirk masterfully attacked with his Scythe, the air around the Scythe is cut, leaving a light blue trail behind the blade. Dirk smirked- playing weapons with Dirk was a mistake for any combatant*

*Dirk sighs once more as the shaft of his Scythe is caught inbetween the wood. Dirk now quickly forces the shaft of his Scythe downwards, considering Wolf would probably still be holding onto the staff, this was a prime oppertunity for Dirk to launch yet another assault. As Wolf fires out the wood spines, Dirk leaps skywards over Wolf. The spines missing him narrowly, Dirk chambers both his legs, and as he continues in his arc, Dirk fires out both legs, aiming to nail Wolf directly in the back with a double solid heel kick. Dirk would then also not let go, as he chambered his right leg, and began sending roundhouse after powerful round-house aimed at Wolf's left hand ribs. Dirk would not stop this painful assault until Wolf would let the shaft go...or he would simply break out of it*

*Vice crosses his legs and sits against the tree.
He begins to meditate, focusing on the fight, trying to predict it's outcome.
He closes his eyes and waits for a victor to emerge.*

As Dirk launched the attack at Wolf's face the end of his scarf would move to block the attack and as it was hit it would feel oddly stiff as it pushed Wolf's head out of the radius of the attack. As Dirk then shot away and caused the wood of the staff to splinter Wolf would spin to watch the man. As he concentrated his energy Wolf raised his foot and stomped, expecting the same attack as last time, a series of earthen pillars would rise up in front of him. Each would be destroyed by the blast and simply leave a wave of dust riding the air currents away from the blast in all directions. As the final pillar was disentegrated Wolf was consumed by the at this point wall of dust proceeding the attack even as the blinding light accompanied it an instant later. As the dust began to rush in with the air to fill the void where the attack had displaced the air no sign of Wolf could be seen. It would seem as though he had been wiped out. At least at first, slowly as the dust began to settle his form would seem to solidify as the dirt settled, the last thing to appear would be his glowing golden eyes. It's far from that easy, at least so long as your attacks have the same effect on the world. He said as he stood shakily several yards behind his starting point. His breathing was heavier now and his aura seemed to writhe as he looked at Dirk and the destruction the man had caused.

*Vice rises, slowly, and painfully, every muscle fighting hard to allow such a movement.
The crimson energy surges around him and seems to funnel inward fucousing around him as he stands.
Slowly, he begins to walk toward the outside of the crater, with slow laborious steps.
As he reach4es the edge of it the energy is pulled toward him, wrapping itself around his figure, causing him to stop in his tracks.
Then the light is gone, and Vice gazes out at the surrounding terrain.
A small crackle of energy courses over him then is no more.
he takes a few more steps then simply melts into shadow, which races along the ground until hiden within the large shadows.*

Wolf walked through the crater and wasteland that had been formed at the place he had last fought. Disgust tinged his being as he regarded the destruction and felt rage begin to fill him. He moved calmly to a place at the edge of the devastation where the forest still remained healthy and sat on the ground twenty feet from the treeline. He took a deep breath and allowed his aura to stretch out and permeate the earth within it's limits. A twenty foot circle around his body immediately began to look healthier and gradually as seeds were drawn from the tree line plant buds began to pierce the ground like a sea of tombstones. Gradually they grew, the speed of growth was making it so that what would normally take months was taking minutes. Wolf did something he had never had call to do before, he let his aura free, normally he regulated the earth magic that was a part of him so that plants grew as he wished. Now he let it fill the space it could and cause plants to grow without design. His breathing was steady as he relaxed and let the restoration begin. This had been his fault and even if it took years he would repair this place.

Wolf stood slowly and began to walk around the perimeter of the wasteland, with each step he would wait a full minute before taking the next. He intended to renew the place gradually so as not to expend all of his energy, mystical, spiritual, and life, and end up dead. His aura raged and because of his movement every bit of land within forty feet of the tree line would have nearly two years growth by the time he was done. He took slow and measured steps on his path to redemption.

Wolf would take no notice of anything outside the twenty foot range of his aura. At the moment however he was hyper-sensitive to the earth and plants within the sphere his aura created and felt as they felt even including the brush of wind over leaves and touch of insects passing roots. His golden eyes glowed as his slow march continued.