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Yawgmoth only grumbled. He really was looking for a fight but he knew Takara had been since he got here and had yet to show what he could. "As you wish Master Takara" the dark king said. There were very very few people Yawgmoth gave a suffix to. Such as lord lady master mistress what have you. Takara had earned his respect for being the only pure human to best him in combat. He'd no doubt he would rip the cocky elf apart.

"If you want to lose faster then I will make the first move. Be ready. You will not get to see the same move twice. And if you're eyes are too slow friend. You will not see it at all."
The ronin closed his eyes and let in a deep breath drawing the sword up he turned the blade so the edge was facing towards the sky. The point facing towards the elf. Grasping the handle tightly with his right hand he slid his index and middle finger along the blade and held them against the side of the tip drawing his right arm back which drew the sword back as well. Opening his eyes the ronin's expression had changed. The gentle seriousness was now stern concentration. Tension in his leg muscles built and with one massive step forward Takara's one natural talent took hold. Pure. Raw. Speed. The ground of the arena floor kicked up dirt where he had been standing but only after he was halfway to the elf. Upon drawing near Takara's right hand thrust forward as his left hand faded back. The tip of the sword heading for the elf at a great speed in a stabbing motion. The blade turned up to the sky and the tip pointing straight ahead nulled any wind resistence the blade would have out completly. With that in mind the strike speed would be much faster then a normal stab.

An expression of frustration graced the ronin's face. He was disapointed but only to a degree. His attack could be turned lethal if the elf hadn't swung his blades in front towards Takara's legs. Vaulting off of his feet Takara hopped over the ducked down Seever sheathing his katana as he landed. Takara's quick reaction time had been the only thing that saved his legs from being cut. He couldn't risk injury to his primary method of movement. Drawing the sword one more he took a deep breath and let it out slowly. He started..bouncing in place on his feet. With a grim smile his bouncing stopped and when his heels hit the ground the dirt beneath him sank in under the force of his step. For anyone who had seen Yawgmoth fight this was the technique that made a man like Yawgmoth who was large and bulky move quickly. Takara, of course, had taught it to him awhile ago. However for a man of takara's generally small stature the speed was blinding. Each step towards Seever crushed the ground under the ronins feet. The rapid sound of foot steps approaching fast. As he neared the elf Takara slashed forward in a diagonal fashion from the upper left to the lower right.

Takara had no special powers that allowed him to see into the darkness but he guessed it to be a cover of some sort but pushed through anyway. The sound of metal hitting metal echoed out of the darkness as Takara's blade hit the X shape formation of seever's blades. Takara used this to gauge where Seever was in this darkness. His blades, normally, couldn't just support themselves with no holder and if they were held by magic the force of Takara's blow would've surely knocked them to the ground. Whipping his left hand to the right side of his belt he snatched up his jitte (a small mostly defensive knife with a bar on one side to lock blades in. I can find a pic of one if you want.) slashing at what he thought would be seever's midsection based on the posistion of the blades from right to left.

Feeling the shift in the way the blades were being held he felt the Jitte scrape something that was a good sign. Takara felt a foot hit his knees and he fell forward because of the blow. Quickly twisting his blade away from the X cross of his opponent he stabbed it into the ground and shoved back on it causing him to stop falling forward and fall backwards onto his back with a thud. The slash made by seever would cut air but he wouldn't be defenseless since Takara had the wind knocked out of him from landing on his back. He groaned and quickly rolled away from the darkness cloud into the light so he could see. Jumping up the ronin sheathed his blade and spun the jitte around his left index finger while in thought.
"That cloud trick is pretty clever. You've found a spot of weakness. But then again. I'm only human."
He added slipping the jitte into the right side of his belt. He grabbed the sheath of his sword and pulled it free of his belt. Holding the sheath in his left hand he drew it back placing his right hand near the handle tilting the handle slightly upwards and the end of the sheath more towards the ground. He stood still and silent waiting the next move. He couldn't afford to attack in that cloud of black again. He needed some signal of where his opponent was.

((OOC: Sorry for the dealy. I had to eat. sweatdrop ))

Yawgmoth sat back enjoying the show. He was half impressed with the elf's ability to dodge Takara. "Perhaps if that kid beats Takara we'll give him a shot at the big boys...like us." he said to himself leaning against the side of an arena wall. He could easily clear up the black cloud the boy had created and give the advantage to Takara using his mastery of the darkness element. But, that wouldn't be fair. And this, this was quite fun to watch.

HA! :: He smiled as he knew that the oppenent had fallen for it. He knew he couldn't hope to catch the man with his amazing speed. He hadn't planned to. Attached to each of the Kunai and shuriken were small strings that lead back to his hands. After hearing the mans approch from the front he pulled thr strings towards each other, hoping to wrap the man up in strings and stop his acelaration completly. As a failsafe, he leaned back and pulled the strings, both to move his body and head away from a sword strike, and also to tighten the strings around the body of his victim.::