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Direct and to the point, a wise approach. Only the rarget continually would Ruuvan be able to break a whole in its defenses and find victory. It was the key difference between the two warriors, Ruuvan had no glowing weak point.

A stun may last a few seconds, but the feel of two blades sinking into its chest quickly awakened the shadow to the reality of the moment. The light coating the blades acted in much the same way fire would, allowing the blades to sear through its outer shell so very much easier. Out of instinct his hands rose up grasping both blades and squeezing as tight as he could, dropping the bow. The friction slowing the blades no more than an inch from the talisman hidden in his chest.

Black smog steam seared from both winds, and both hands. Veins of white dug into his palms and his left foot gritted against the sandy turf stealing a strong foot. There was literally nothing he could do, with a constant source of black the light wouldnt destroy him, and his hands were holding, but he hadnt the room to maneuver anywhere other than leaning back, pulling the blades a few inches out. A smirk cast across his face as his deep violet eyes stared into Ruuvans.

A wise choice again, but against any other opponent. Ruuvan was fighting his opposite, he was fighting himself. And while it took time to learn his moves, it did know them. There was no way he would be able to pull off the same move twice.

The grin widened, before it vanished. The shadow wretched both blades straight up ripping up from its torso through both of its shoulders as it fell to its knees. Performing the quickest of motions. Both hands reaching back and drawing out two arrows slamming them straight down towards Ruuvans feet aiming to pin them to the ground. The act of drawing an arrow being one of the quickest motions either warrior could perform.

Regardless of his success or failure he immediately kicked off the ground backwards, the wounds in his shoulders already healed as he covered a good 6ft of space, immediately drawing his bow and firing an arrow. But something was off about this shot, he it missed. Even Ruuvan would be able to realize that a shot like that should miss so clearly. There would be an audible "thunk", as the arrow struck a surface behind the elven warrior. And the shadow immediately notched another arrow waiting for Ruuvans reaction.

Ruuvan might immediately notice the fact that the did not immediately heal. During his last encounter he was nearly invulnerable, but the power of the Cure he wore around his neck had faded. This wound would heal faster than normal, and probably be gone by midday tomorrow but for now it would be with him, and it would be free. He would also notice something wrong with his feet as he tried to move away. For as soon as he moved to removed the arrows they appeared to be stuck. What seemed to be grass and vines dug from dusty soil homes passing through and around binding them in place rather securely.

Ruuvan was new to his powers but the shadow was not. Here was his reminder, he had powers over nature expressed through his bow and arrow. Bow and arrow. This was a vast garden and while he just so happened to be in the one grassless locations, roots run deep and long and their status cannot be read by the surface soil atop them. However, for an elf that could sense the very nature he controlled.

You look, you look but you do not see! Watch and learn how to wield you and me!

Ruuvans eyes opened, a deep green, and for a moment the world for the elf was covered in a hue of chartreuse. He could see them, veins of green beneath the soil. He could see the life, like water coursing through their viens. He could see the nutrients sapped from the soil, bringing existance to the supple blades of grass. But more importantly, he could see the two arrows piercing a single large tree root from which his agonizing bindings arose.

Your eyes they see, its what they do, so tell me Ruu...why cant you?

Ruuvan could see anything, anything he needed to see within reason as long as he was ready and able to accept the consequence. In this case, the green which covered his eyes like a fog, making the shadow a completely unnatural creation appear barely visible, and things such as the windmill completely invisible. In other words, the elf could see anything he focused on...for a price. Though the green would fade away soon after.

What kind of fool would any respectable warrior be to simply let a rain of arrows fall? Even if he could see their paths would not harm him thats a foolish thing in the least. The Shadow immediately turned his bow straight up firing off a bolt of green. The green billowed up a mess of dust and grit and in the gathering wind it formed, and impacted the mess of recently formed arrows like an activated fan would impact a desk full loose papers.

Of course what would feel like eons before the arrow struck its home the shadow lowered its bow, notching two more arrows and firing them off. Both missed, again, this time soaring in opposite directions. Two more were immediatley notched and it waited. Ruuvan's will was up to par, his strength and endurance were where they should be, but he lacked experience to use it. He had a vessel of legendary power, and he was running fast and swinging hard, there was so much more...

And so the shadow waited...

It had been a couple of months since Juunikyuu had found her Shadow and during that time she had never strayed far from Maximos, almost afraid that he would do another disappearing act. But tonight something was different. Very different. Something was calling to the Senshi. Something was calling her very loudly and it had been for a couple of days now. It had even affected her sleep. It wasn't Juuni, when the tiny neko-jin hadn't been out in control of the body she had been sleeping quietly within their subconscious. Juunikyuu was beginning to get irritated and was currently sat absent mindedly in a part of the garden watching the clouds pass by in the sky overhead. She jumped when a scream reverberated through her mind and both she and Juuni were startled as they stared around. Had that just been in her head? A crippling pain in her chest cause Juunikyuu to keel over, clawing at the nothingness that was stabbing at her. Panting she pulled back her tunic and stared in disbelief at the shadow mark which was nestled between her breasts. It oozed blood.

"What the hell...?"

And then her head snapped up at another scream. The penny dropped.

"Fuin!"

And in a blinding swirl of sparks and feathers she had disappeared.

Ruuvan had never been this ability used before, nor had he even thought about it due to his mind still uncovering his potential, but in the second before the final arrow was fired he was able to make a mental note.

There was no way he was able to move out of its path, it was coming way too fast, but he had called in the power of the Lightbringer sufficiently to put up some kind of defence. Facing the way the arrow was coming, which was from in front of him anyway, Ruu pushed out with his hands as if they were forcing against an invisible barrier; the shield of light grew brighter and thicker, all of his reserve power for the time being going into making the shield stronger. It began to pulse as it was strengthened, beads of sweat forming on his forehead as he struggled to maintain the strength.

Ruuvan saw the shield disintegrate in front of him and was left with the arrow bearing down on him. He may not have known all his powers, especially this new one that had been used again him, but he knew there wouldn't be enough time to avoid the arrow; he was fast, true enough, but not that fast. Part of him knew Walter would call it off before the inevitable happened, but there was still the other side that thought his death was imminent and simply accepted it. Dying in a fight such as this would be a honourable death, albeit rather short, and he watched his impending doom race towards him. Ruu kept his eyes on the arrow, even as it disappeared, then turned his attention quickly to the fading shadow that reintegrated itself at his feet. Sweat had started to form on his forehead from the battle and he let out a slow breath as it all ended as quickly as it had started.

Walter's voice was like a calming wave to him, removing any fear of death for the time-being and bringing him back around to reality. After relaxing his muscles from their tensed state, he placed the bow onto his back and exited the arena towards Walter.
"Warmed up and wiser, thank you Walter." he smiled at the man who he had come to consider family, "It was definitely an interesting fight, I'll say that, so thank you again." he bowed his head at Walter.

Ruuvan hadn't known about the power issue, though a small part of him might have done, the rest wanted comfort in knowing someone else was in control and wouldn't let him die. Unknown to him he got lucky this time, but that wasn't weighing on his mind now that it was over.
"No thank you, Walter. I think I'll just stop here for a while, take in the fight." he bowed his head to Walter again and walked back into the middle of the sparring area.

It was normal for Ruuvan to sit and meditate on battles he had, running through them in his mind over and over again to better himself and learn from his mistakes. This time it would be more about reviewing the abilities he had seen the shadow use and remember them so he could use them against another person, as well as run over the fight as a whole. So, placing his bow beside him and sitting cross-legged in the area the fight had taken place, Ruu exhaled slowly and calmed himself. It was normal meditation, anyone could see that, only his mind wouldn't be the most calm place for however long he decided to analyse the fight for.