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Lazenca knew it wasn't over, because he hadn't been whisked away yet. So after briskly walking to the center again, he crossed his left hand over his face, the right dangling at his side.

"Don't make me chase you." Wether or not Silver heard him, it was said and he meant it. He would commend the guy on fighting so hard and long, but Laz was going to end it in the worst of ways if this actually turned into a hunt.

Then... it was a hunt.

Walking backwards, he shifted wolf. For a moment, he looked around at the platforms, then Silver's direction of travel. Hey... wasn't this the direction the spear had been tossed? Laz assumed that it was on the forest floor, however many feet that was. Though, the thought of recovery occured to him. Now that's what he looked for... one couldn't hide a spear too well while platform jumping.

With all of his observations, he leaned forward and leapt off the platform, travelling the course he'd set. As new platforms came, he had to keep adding to it, but it was no problem. A slight moment to calculate how hard to jump, and he was in the air. Silver had put some space between them, but Lazenca, apparently moving so fast that his he created a shadow trail behind him, was closing in.

"I warned you..."

And so he did catch up, with Silver stopping. Dropping down on the other side of the platform, he lowered the front of his body to the ground, hind up. Not a submission of any kind... with fangs bared, ears back, snarl present, his intent was obvious. But...

"Do you yield?"

Thought not. So, Lazenca backed up to the edge again, then sprinted forward. There wasn't that much distance to travel on these short platforms. Five feet from Silver, he feinted left and dropped his body again. This stopped his momentum enough to ensure that he wasn't going to go sliding off the edge in case he missed. The guy was waiting to play matador with him... that was obvious.

There was something else, though... a trick of the eyes? When he dropped his body and seemed to come to a near halt, his after-image immediately leapt up from Lazenca's body attatching itself to Silver's right leg with piercing teeth. Its size and momentum, along with a quick body "snap" motion it did in midair while tethered to the leg, would create a very sharp pull to the Silver's right. He was free to resist it, but he'd be sacrificing his leg to do so.

Somewhere back there, likely when Lazenca was preparing to jump and was looking around, he'd performed the Doppelganger tech. It was as physical, big, strong, and fast as Laz... just completely black.

The Doppelganger missed, completely. It landed on the very edge of the side, and sought frantically to regain balance. Maybe it would be able to catch, maybe it'd plummet to a lower platform. It didn't matter.

Lazenca's momentum had almost stopped with his feint, but it was redirected. A change of velocity. The Doppelganger was made to attack first. Silver was supposed to be tripping across the edge, his back turned to Laz while the Doppler averted attention. Though it missed, it worked out even better.

Instead of jumping up, Lazenca only had to go straight ahead of him.



--had his throat ripped out.
[gg.]

With a sudden burst of energy, Ryugi Kazamaru found himself once more in the etherial void, however, this time, the course had already been created for his use...

The massive cathedral had shallow water of about two feet deep running to either side of what appeared to be the main platform, and along both sides were two large fountains. Over the edge of the railing, after a fall of about thirty feet or more seemed to be another flattened area where another massive fountain came from the ground below, and another area that looked like it could be fought apon...

He then unshiethed Ragnarok and stood with his back to the railing, awaiting his opponent...

I'm always up for a little practice, my dear opponent. But be warned, I cannot afford to lose.

He drew Ragnarok onto his shoulder and awaited the man's first move.

Ryugi was ready, and as Morivan dashed towards him, sending the katana into an upwards slash, Ryugi jumped into the air over Morivan! Griff would be moving foreward still, towards the railing, or he'd be slowing down after his strike, either one would be perfect for Ryugi's attack.

As he jumped, Ragnarok fell behind to Ryugi's back and then Ryugi flipped into a front flip, Ragnarok spinning around him in a vicious slash. But the first bit wasn't the real danger, it was the returning flip. For as Ryugi flipped away from his opponent, Ragnarok would spin around behind Ryugi and aim a slash directly for Griff's unprotected back.

Hit or miss, Ryugi would land about six feet away from the katana wielding swordsman.