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It was clear that Silver meant business. But the attack was relatively simple for Ryudo to dodge. With such a high momentum behind him, Silver would have difficulty stopping or changing direction to try an attack.

While still charging his energy, Ryudo let loose a small amount of the power from his legs and jumped, propelling him high into the sky as Silver whizzed past him, once above him, he continued to charge, readying for his attack...

::Scoring a hit had such a nice feel to it. That sort of sucessful smoosh of the victims cheeks as the knuckles grind in. It was great, as short lived as it was...before that small victory was handed back to the red headed kid. Elbows! Jack had seen some crazy fighting techniques, but what exactly do you do against elbows?

You get hit! He had just swung a punch so he was alert enough to pull his head back but shoulders, chest, and then his arms as he raised up a standed boxers block, using his arms to like pilars to defend his face.

Oh how the tables had turned, here Jack was giving a punching a second ago, now he was doing the blocking. The situation was at a bit of stalemate for the moment. With Jacks old back he didnt have the oomph to lift himself and the red haired boy off the ground, so the legs around his waist were going to be a problem. Even though he'd love nothing more than to gain personal space and try again. And he wasnt exactly going to go for a punch, knowing that he'd get elbowed up. So he waited, his arms up in defense, and his eyes peeking through the space between then waiting for an opening.

This was feeling more and more like a UFC match, than a boxing match, or a kung fu scene from any movie he'd watched. But the old mans point of view was just that simple minded.::

Grr...

::Jack let out a frustrated growl of sorts. This was going nowhere and fast. His defense was holding up nicely, and so was Vahns offense. He felt the tightening around his waist but didnt really pay it any attention, why should he? He was ignoring it before, he ignored it now.

He had made one of fightings greatest errors, assuming. He assumed he know his surroundings. And he was getting a bit to overconfident. He felt himself lifting up and he had a good footing. But it wouldnt really help him from being flung foward. He could audibly be hearding shouting.::

Woah woah!

::As he was lifted up, his footing failed him. Footing...thats it! His opponents legs were a bit split because he had a guy between them, and Jack had a free foot, from kneeling down...he could just step right on the mans family jewe--

Nope. He could bring himself to do it. Jack was a guy, and while he knew that pain wasnt as bad as it was famed to be. He couldnt bring himself to sink that low...

But that didnt mean he was going to take this standing up...he preffered to be down. On the ground, on his two feet. He had greatly overestimated this mans leg strength, and he was in for a crash. He tucked his head into his chest so that as he was slammed into the ground it would hit his upper back and not break his neck.

It hurt...alot. Jacks back wasnt his strongest set of bones. And he definately protested with a loud.::

Aaargah!

::But the boxers first rule. You cant stay down. You can not stay down. You. Can. Not. Stay. Down. 10 seconds down was the difference between failure and victory. He forced himself to his feet, his back let out a series of loud cracks and pops as he stood.

His opponent was face down, he could hit so easily from behin--no. He fought the thought away. He back up, rubbed the back of his neck and waited for this red haired man to rise, Round 2 was about to begin.::

His opponents legs were a bit opened an

Can you imagine that? A traveller who has only entered the area became lost in a heartbeat, his terrain suddenly changing from a forest to a relatively empty plain. Glancing at his map one more time, he couldn't figure out where he was, or even what had happened. Sad really.

Well, the only thing he could do was go on and see where he ended up, then he'd be able to work from then on. However, after a while of travelling, it seemed relatively pointless, as everywhere he looked, everything remained exactly the same. Even the small patches of dirt at his feet remained the same as before. He supposed this was odd, perhaps sorcery involved, but one never knew.

He simply turned about, looking around with his feral yellow eyes, his head snugly wrapped in a dark piece of cloth, weapons glinting in the sunlight of the clear day. A perfect day, if it didnt seem so unnatural.

In a second's notice, his right hand snapped down to his lower back, grabbing the hilt of the weapon which protruded from the right side in a reverse grip and swung it around. A flash of light bursting from the naked blade's surface was all the warning shown as sunlight gleamed off the blade which sailed through the air.

One second there was nobody there, the next, there was in the corner of hs eye, which of course, in his mind, meant that this was an assassin of sorts to be able to move so silently. However, he would be the one to strike first in his mind as the blade whistled through the air.

He twisted his body in the turn, lowering himself until he was in a crouched position on his left foot and right knee, his right arm held horizontally across his face, just below the eyes while the weapon's three foot blade pointed at the woman, his left hand was open, resting against the wrist of his right arm as if to steady it how a police officer steadies a gun over their wrists.

His feral yellow eyes, the only feature visible on his wrapped head were cold and hard as ice, the moment it changed from being the instant he caught something from his peripheral vision.

"Then who are you?" he paused, "Or rather more importantly, what are you doing here?" he asked, his voice a raspy hiss, causing his age to be indistinguishable whether he was young or old, though his body was fairly muscled, visible through his bare arms sprouting from a dark vest before it ended in a rough and beat-up looking pair of gloves.

"No." was his final answer.

The girl obviously didnt seem like the sort to attack him, however, assassins are well known for their anonimity and decietful appearances. What? Did anyone actualy believe that an assassin would be running around in a dark cloak at night? Bullcrap!

Anyways, Dark, named so because from head to toe he was covered in dark clothing, simply stood up and sheathed his weapon before turning around and walking off, back turned to the girl.

It shall be noted that he was covered with weapons, on both sides. Two of the swords hung from his lower back in a slight crossing motion, their hilts coming out from either side. Across his back and on either side of his hip however were odd bladed implements which would be swords, their main blades having a length of 28", where the handle is divided by a ring in it's center, leaving only a little bit of space for the hand to actually grip around, and from that ring, three smaller blades coming out of it.

He didnt say anything when the woman came up to his side, but rather kept on walking, making the slightest of grunts in response to the woman's questioning. What he was concerned with was getting to the location he wanted to get to, he did have a meeting to attend anyways.