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If Siat thought raw strength would be enough to crack him he'd be very dissapointed as he would find out there was no break. Sure he looked normal much like his opponent but also like the man he fought he posessed great strength. There was no way Siat would be able to break Reinhart's arm using only one of his.

He'd have to use both not to mention ne able to over power him. So as Siat pushed up to what he thought would be the breaking of an arm he'd find much resistance as well as down force. Basically it'd be unmoveable. Now he wasn't sure how Siat could see what Reinhart was doing as he was standing behind him now. Especially if his attention was turned to dodge his headbutt.

It didn't matter he thought. He was being underestimated and that pissed him off. Now if Siat insisted on trying to push the arm further or hang onto any of Reinhart's arms he recieve a good amount of voltage. Much like if he'd be trying to hold onto an electric fence. Reinhart produced as pulse of 2,000 volts that would run through him and into Siat.

There would be no way of Siat knowing this as Reinhart would show no signs of much else aside a small smile. Then again Siat was behind him and would be completely missing it. Hopefully he wouldn't insist on carrying on with his plan.

But as Siat tried to lift his leg he'd find both legs grounded by an unknown force, as if it were nailed, glued, soldered, bolted, or even part of the ground itself. Then he'd feel his fingers being twisted, his grip on Reinhart slipping, his arms being pulled outwards and away from the person he'd think he'd break. But why?

Reinhart would turn to face Siat, his right eye glowing a bright red, a twisted smile on his face, and a look of madness in his left eye. His hair would whip wildly in multiple directions and a strong wind would pass by both men. Siat's fingers would twist in unnatural ways, even if he'd stiffen he'd find them broken, one cracking after the other.

The cracks would spread upwards as he'd feel his wrist crushed, his elbow twisted then snapped, and his arm pulled from his shoulder dislocating it completely. What the hell was going on? It was rather simple all the little things, all those creatures in Reinhart's head had just come out to play.

Needless to say Reinhart was pulling and pushing with extreme amount of psychic preasure. Four tons per square inch to be exact. There wasn't anything Siat could do now but stay where Reinhart wanted him. And break. Oh and how the things inside Reinhart loved it, they'd come out pulling on Siat as well threatening to rip him limb from limb. They'd all be unseen to him of course, save maybe theirs crys and laughs would be heard like mild whispers now and again.

Break at Siat's ankles.

Snap!

Break at his knees.

Crack!

Only thing left was his torso. Reinhart didn't care he'd let those things do whatever the hell they wanted. Out of the void he went twisted smile still plastered on his face as he imagined Siat being ripped to shreds.

((And that's the way I hate to rp. Dodging everything, blocking everything, countering everything, sucks the life right out of a fight. You can't have a good time when someone has you beat in their head before you even start. ********, give a little get a little, don't just take take take. It's over, regardless of what you do now, I have no interest in fighting you again.))

The huge spherical blast illuminated the entire night sky for only a moment. Suddenly, there was another bright flash, and the explosion began to collapse inward on itself.

It seemed to twist and split before the brightness gave way to reveal it being drawn into both sides of Scythe's open pauldrons. The same set of 3 green orbs that had been inside Deathblade's shield could be seen in each of Scythe's shoulders, glowing brightly.

The rest of Scythe was covered in a faint red glow, which slowly faded to nothing, leaving his crimson armor floating in the sky, faint smoke trails coming off it from all over various parts.

Scythe's hands hand been infront of him, the forwardmost one's palm open, and the other behind it gripping his weapon tightly and holding it across. The visor had been dark the whole time, untill one glowing red eye slowly opened. It shined like a beacon in the night. He whipped his arms out to his sides, swinging his weapon in a wide arc through the air, it leaving a sort of "heat haze" where it travelled.

"You fool. Did you really think your Voltekker work so easily this early in the battle?"

((There we are Griff))

And chances were, he'd be groaning quite a bit more as Ryugi moved in for his second part of the two staged attack.

As the first hit hit Griff in the leg and sent him flying off to the side and into the wall, Ryugi kept the sword spinning around his body, turning on his heels after a push towards Griff's flying body. Ryugi then pulled the sword around and over his head to bring it slamming into the ground in front of him with a fearsome cracking of the tile below.

As soon as Griff's body hit the wall and Griff looked up, he'd see a lancing flow of energy speeding towards him at nearly thirty feet per second. The fighters couldn't have been more than tweny feet from the wall, meaning poor Griff would have less than a second to try and recover from the first blow before being hit by the second...

Ryugi was going to stay on top of his opponent, and try to keep him down every way he could. While Griff was flipping through the air, Ryugi had pulled Ragnarok out of the ground and moved the sword back onto his shoulder. As the man slammed into the ground, Ryugi charged a small ammount of energy into the weapon, (One turn), and then stabbed the blade into the ground after a quick jump into the air, landing about five feet away from Griff's fallen body.



The sword released its small amount of energy into the ground with a muffled thud, then, as Griff would be getting up, the ground within a ten foot diameter would erupt upwards and outwards with chunks of sharp floor tiles and heated, bearly melted, bits of rock. These would fly outwards landing in an area of roughly twenty feet in diameter from Ryugi. It was a low level attack, but the rocky chunks would be difficult to dodge with an injury.

Well, that was clever indeed. The bounced rocks were deflected by Ryugi's sword as Ryugi lifted it up out of the ground. Taunting or not, Ryugi used this time wisely. He hadn't recieved much damage durring the fight, and therefore, took Griff's recovery time to charge up energy for his next set of attacks...

Heh... Nice moves...

Ryugi could only grin. Sure, he knew swords had weak spots, but as far as he knew, Ragnarok didn't have one. But if Griff was planning to use a katana of sorts against Ragnarok, Griff's sword would take a HELL of a beating, possibly, probably breaking it.

Of course...