[Damn Gaia! Ate my post.]

Through the midst of a light sandstorm brewed up by the explosion, the crowd roared an epic roar. It would have seemed to them, the match was over. Spectators stood from their stands, clapping, some even shouting out Leinhart's name. Others cheered and congratulated him on his victory, but he knew very well the duel was far from finished. He was no fool. The energy signature from the chap still existed, which meant, he was still in fact alive. How much alive? Well, Leinhart was about to make that discovery.

The sandstorm subsided and Leinhart had regained his view over the arena once more as it done so. Emerging from the chaos, it would have appeared that Link took off dashing again. A menacingly wide grin stretched itself across Leinhart's aperture, revealing the immense pearl white fangs from it's crevice. He was beginning to like the kid. He wasn't a quitter. Sadly, it would seem Leinhart may have to beat him to a pulp to have him surrender. That was the only way.

If he wanted to do something, then he needed to do it now. The duration of the match was almost over.

"Guess I have to teach this kid a lesson."

Sliding his right foot back, using his left as his lead, Leinhart readied a relaxed stance. His arms would level out to guard his face appropriately as he would lower himself, slightly. Crouching. His eyes focused onto Link, locking to their target, glaring fiercely. He would wait for the boy to transverse close-quarters that way he could react, accordingly.

A finger raised, gesturing from him to, "bring his a** here".

What did Leinhart have in store for the boy?