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His eyes were closed, his right eyebrow twitching violently every now and then, as he gritted his teeth.

"Tch...dammit..." It almost seemed like the veins in his forehead would pop, before he leaned forward, and sent his right sailing forward for Sun's own cheek. "What the hell?!" He shouted out loudly, letting seem as if a mighty lion had just let loose with a frightening roar.

Vahn's body leaned forward, with the amount of pressure exerted on his legs, it was only natural for his body to react this way.

He easily caught himself with the palms of his hands, and right upon reaching the hand-stand position, he would whirl out his legs just once, to try and get a mere glancing blow on the boy's backside and rear.

The sounds and smells of burnt wood would be more than obvious at this point. "Close...but not close enough..."

Supporting himself with his right palm, he had angled in his left hand, and let out a small, bouncing black flame- which grew and soon became hot enough, around 876 degrees farenheit to be exact- so that the wooden pole literally shortened- burning away as it was shoved towards his body.

Red. It was the colour of the large plume that seemed to bounce up and down in the mist, half shrouded in the empty whiteness.

"Helloooooooo~!?" Turriens called out as he stepped through the mist, flailing his arms before himself as he brushed though the thick fog.

A large green hat with an equally large red plume adorned the top of his head, fitting perfectly on top of his shoulder length brown hair. He wore a pink shirt with a silver and purple plaid vest over it and blue pants. His back was lined by a heavy yellow cape, stretching down just a little past his knees. And of course, upon his feet lay his customary black riding boots. Turriens, so called "Frufru" behind his back by others walked through the mist that twisted and curled around the tree of life.

He had a vacant look on his face, wide eyes and flat mouth as he looked around the current area as it became clear of mist for a second, just enough for him to survey the surroundings. "Where am I?" he asked himself. One moment, he was moving towards the source of something shiney in the halls of the arena, the next, he was here in... limbo?

"ECHO... echo... echo... echo..." he called out, making echo sounds for entertainment. Quickly bored, he spun around. Nothing. it was so very empty... and quiet... and boring.

Well, thers only one thing to do if you were as directionally handicapped as he was.

Shwing! the clean sound of metal sliding off of metal rang through the still air, causing whisps of the misty tendrils to follow in the quick airflow as he drew his fine crafted rappier. He looked around and tossed it into the air, watching it disappear in the thick fog of mist, waiting for it to come back down. Whichever way the tip of the weapon would point, he would go in that direction. Only problem was that, because of the fog, he couldnt really see where the rappier went, or when it would come down, yet, he was oblivious to the danger.

Swoosh! a blade came flying out of the mist, a trail of tendrils quickly filling the small gap from which it came. It passed right over his right shoulder and the side of his face.

"EEEEK!" Frufru squeeled a high pitched squeel like a little girl as his hands formed balls at the sides of his face, his face scrunched up in horror.

It sould only be one thing, for why would someone want to attack someone as harmless as him? The law.

"You'll never take me alive!" he called out to the emptyness. Yet, just as he was about to run, he forgot which direction the weapon came from. He could take the chance to start running, and possibly run into his attackers, but instead, he decided it was better to wait for his attackers to get lost in the fog like he had, so he waited patiently in the same spot, his face glazed over with a dumbstruck expression.

As someone tore through the mist into his field of vision, one thing crossed his mind: This ain't the law...

He stood there, a vacant look in his eyes as he just stared. Maybe the law was after this man as well.

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As the forearm came frying towards his face, his face didnt change one bit at all, still as vacant as ever.

As it connected with his face, his head twisted to the side slowly as a glob of spittle came flying out of his now open mouth. his eyes were looking in seperate directions.

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Crash! Pinned against the tree, his head still spinning, Turriens looked at his attacker. "I... I'm..." A short pause in his speach, such as if he was thinking "Turriens Vlacanos, swashbuckler extroidinaire!" he declaired as his hands went up, one to push at Arch's arm back just enough for him to slip out like the slippery little bugger he was (though physically he's not slippery), while his other hand held his wrist just long enough to delay an attack as he escaped.

Backing off a bit, and after another pause, he asked, "And who are you?"