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Having tried and failed at an attempt to stand with his shell-shocked legs, Mitsotsu pushed off the floor with his arms, sliding back a few feet to get away from the series of somewhat desperate kicks Quint threw his way. He turned around in a sitting position, barely in time to see the ice flying at his gun. In a more than desperate attempt, he fell back into a laying position, the ice flying over his head and freezing most of his hair in large spikes.

Come on legs, work damn it... He sat back up and poked at his hair a little, suprised at himself at how close that had been. In this moment, one final idea came to him, if his legs wouldn't work, why use them? Using the same shot he had used to stop the spin of the pile driver, Mitsotsu shot behind him, sending himself careening across the floor towards Quint. At the last second before impact, he pushed his open palm into the ground as a brake and shoved his gun up against Quint's chin.

"I know it's kind of cheating, but if we keep going like this, I'm gonna have to blast you to bits." In another trademark chuckle, he let the gun slip on his fingers, it dropping into the holster with a thud. A burst of blinding white light later and the "little boy" version of Mitsotsu stood in front of Quint without as much of a scratch on him. "Besides, I wouldn't want to be known as someone who goes around beating up his elders." ^_^

Mitsotsu tilted his head in an unintentionally cute manner, an eyebrow furrowed in question. "Places left for... what?" He was obviously curious, but seemed to have no clue what Quint was talking about.

Rioushu's eyes did indeed follow the head, very close to kicking it in midair from the amount of annoyance he was feeling. That feeling was replaced with that of surprise, feeling his breath being knocked out of his lungs form the punch to the solar plexus. He didn't expect this from Gatz, but he was never completely off guard, so by the time he saw Gatz's fist coming towards him, he was already in a battle set mind. His hand moved to his lower rib, catching the fist. As expected, he didn't stop it, instead pulling Gatz's arm towards him, leaning his head back and snapping it forward, a headbutt from Rio would definantly leave a mark.

Gatz accepted the headbutt to his noggin with a slight wince, but didn't let it phase him as he started to counter. Kicking off with his left foot and pivoting on his right as he was hit, the martial artist spun away from Rio, using his captured right arm to push off of his friend's rib cage. He swung around as his right arm fully extended, his back rolling up against the ninja's shoulder. Up came Gatz's left arm as he followed through with the spin, leading with his elbow into the base of the skull at the back of Rio's head. The blow had most of the force from his opponent's headbutt behind it, along with that which Gatz had added on his own.

It had been a while since any real threat had attempted to attack the island, resulting in a more peaceful, relaxed state of mind around the entire isle. Mostly this came out in Aonice, who was sitting contently on one of the bleachers to the side of the entrance. Her figure was wrapped in a light, draping cloth, bright whites accented with reds, like a custom made kimono that happily showed off her pear shaped body. It was obvious that the recent events had taken an impact on Aonice, her figure was, to put simply, larger, and most definitely in her backside and thighs. Her overall shape was softer, rounder, and more so, her eyes were a tad lack luster, happiness still their, but boredom and lack of meaning evident, sitting their, staring at the opposing stone walls as she leaned forward and pondered the island's existence..

Aonice rolled her eyes as she heard Rio's voice echo throughout the arena's stone walls. She leaned back onto her palms, her long black hair sliding down her shoulders and bosom delicately.. "What Freak would that be?" She asked from the bleachers towards the familiar man, a rather conclusive emphases on the word 'freak'.

Aonice shook her head, and comfortably taken a seat back on the bleachers, "I do what i need to keep myself sharp, but no, i haven't been training enough to keep myself fit. That and, well, i have a fond taste for food." She giggled a tad insecurely, running a hand over her generous expanse of soft thigh.. "I haven't scene Rake for almost a year now" She spoke without returning her gaze to Rio..

Aonice shook her head without saying much, her overall aura was a bit dreary and disconnected.. "I haven't scene blue since i was stuck on the beach with her.. I'm not sure where they went" She explained, "I think the island's gotten quiet, perhaps everybody's just taking small vacations away from our little paradise here" She smirked to herself, but her eyes still showed that hint of depression.