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Snow is pissed. After surviving that unbearable sound blast with a simple mute of the air's frequency - by concentrating the surrounding portions of air to freeze in position with a touch of enchanting magic - he looked at the to-be opponent, eyes narrowed and not in a good mood.

"Can't anyone just pick a normal weapon or style at all...?" He muttered, unsheathing his blade to the right and occupying his left with four gripped needles, almost faint to the naked eye.

Vercellius had taught Snow before the hard way of using sounds as weapons before, in a previous battle, and Snow took account the possibility of this...Dave, using similar tactics. After all, the weapon appeared to have a similar role with Vercellius's resonation device.

Only also equipped with axes on the sides.
And a spike.
From the opponent.

Taking into a stance as to get things started, he went into a side stance with the left facing front, and the blade held perpendicular to his position, the tip touching the ground lightly. The needles glistened under the light reflected off of its glassy surface, and per chance, it was raised to aim straight towards Dave, Snow's left hand pointed straight forward in readiness.

"Let's get started." He stated.

Snow took in a deep breath. Sound is a highly useful weapon, especially in range, distortion, and affecting capability. The only problem that sound can ever have, is its dependency upon objects to transmit its frequency from one location to the next. And for Snow, air is something that he is fully able to control at will....

Dropping the needles unto the ground, he spread his palm open, the air around Snow giving a perceptive illusion of being distorted, slightly flickering in a half semi-sphere around Snow's presence. To what Dave might percieve, it was a mere trick to the eyes. But unknown to the opponent, a hollow barrier was formed, particles tightly locked into place so it wouldn't vibrate when a frequency bounces towards the particles.

Snow then started to walk around Dave, the blade skidding lightly on the ground as it left a light scratch on the surface, as if Snow is drawing a circle around the perimeter of his opponent.

He continued to drop one or two needles here and there, never taking his eyes off of Dave before he suddenly flung one needle towards Dave's guitar, observing for now.

Even though Snow can't exactly here what Dave is playing, the shockwave from the noise is definately something to be felt. Like a man who is deaf that is behind a massive speaker system -- even if it can't be heard, doesn't mean it can't be felt.

And for Snow who is observing Dave, this was a delicate piece of information.
So Dave is able to control things by changing the tone and pitch of the tune. Did it also mean that almost all non-physical attack would depend on the tune played, or does it depend on the air around the resonating device to channel the force outwards?

Snow will test that hypothesis out.

Six needles were held out this time, each tucked between the fingers as Snow threw the contents into the air like projectiles. At the same time, small, glistening orbs materialized in large quantities around Snow before being dispersed everywhere around the Arena, its true potential still kept hidden for now, and relatively unaffected by the sound due to its quality.

Taking a gamble, he then charged at an arc towards Dave with the blade skidding across the ground, intentionally lengthening the time that he'll meet Dave head to head - firstly because Snow still doesn't know the ability of that guitar, and secondly, it's to buy time for him to channel something into the blade to counteract the frequency Dave is releasing from that sound weapon...

So Snow's legs would be cut off by the axe that Dave held in his hands. That is, if Snow's legs were still in the axe's trajectory. But of course, with the plan thought out, Snow didn't exactly have to dodge the axe swing fully.

He'll just have to improvise on the spot to avoid the swing. How, one might ask?

Well...

As Snow was accumulating momentum, his grip on the blade wasn't that firm as well. Usually intent for upward slashes and strikes, the blade also has a different function in which one might find interesting to know. And that is - a braking system. By merely jabbing the blade's hard surface right onto the ground and gripping hard upon the base hilt, Snow can transfer his momentum into a centrifugal force, using it to veer off course or direction whenever he wills it.

And Snow did that. Rather than jumping over the swing, or to even completely dodge the swing, Snow jabbed his own blade right into the ground in front of him and forced his body to half somersault over his own weapon, letting the blade be smashed into pieces by Dave's axe.

And once in midair, his legs would come crashing down like an axe kick right at Dave's head, while the needles that were scattered in random places across the Arena responded to Snow's inner command, raising themselves up into the air, and flying right towards Dave's back while Snow kept Dave's attention occupied on his own extreme closeness.

Of course, Snow didn't expect for Dave's weapon to be that quick to disable, so he had his hands reaching out for Dave's shoulders if his right axe kick didn't strike down hard on Dave's head....

And all this in a matter of seconds? Strange, but Snow'll believe that for today. But with the dangers of becoming...genderless from Dave's unhesitating throw, it would seem for Dave that astonishingly, Snow's entire body shifted sideways from logic itself, as if something hard had punched his body away from the original trajectory. Being a wielder of elements and an adapt user of the wind and the night, if Dave didn't know it by now, he would've known that this opponent was an elementalist swordsmen. Someone to be careful of, especially with air as his primary skilled ability...

Snow cartwheeled in midair to the left side quickly, the spike which initially went for his groin now slicing off a section of his right pant as he landed onto the ground on both legs a few feet away from Dave, withdrawing the second blade from the right scabbard. The right part of his ankle was bleeding slightly from the spikes sharp edges, but it wasn't that bad...
At least, not for now.

And yet at the same time, when all of this was happening, Snow also clenched his left hand during the timing, muttering a single word under his breath.

The needles that initially were harmless and - if not also weak in attack power - gave off a sudden series of explosions when it came in contact with Dave's knife, as if it was rigged in the first place. And truthfully, it was. Every single one of Snow's needles were set to blow from a simple command. The previous few moments were to trick Dave into thinking that the needles were ordinary, something to be careful of, but not exactly threat.

Like Napalm, the explosive contents were actually powerful enough to cause craters on the ground, big heaps of dirt and rock blasted into bits and pieces from the miniature needle's firepower as more needles levitated up from where Snow had scattered a few seconds ago, blasting off towards Dave, who is most likely caught by the first wave as the second wave of needles lurched close to the ground to strike Dave's knees.

So Dave might be skilled in handling close range attacks. However, Snow is better at handling projectiles from a distance, and using his katana to fight at close range combat if the need arises...

With the scattered pieces of his own creation left almost everywhere, to Dave, it's more of a minefield rather than an open space this time...

Azmaru entered the arena. He wore a long white cloak, strapped shut. The large hood covered his facial features. He walked slowly towards the center of the the arena, and stopped.
"Well, lets see then..."

Azmaru bent his left leg, so that the knee was low to the ground. His right leg went back and bent slightly. His right arm went forward, facing the man. His left hand simply stayed in the 'idle' position.