No luck to it though, even for what the red man himself went through these past years? Chasing, running, hiding, fighting and even trying to save everyone he could.. there was no point in dwindling in the past anymore. Inside his body, covered by his slashed black overcoat and green layer scarf that hanged around his neck.. was a empty vessel that would stop to nothing from killing his enemy in front of his eyes. Surely enough though the blades would begin to crack up over the other, small pieces trickling down their hands as they kept their eyes locked tight to another in battle. Through the thick black miasma sky itself, roaring down like a steed into battle, hailed down a mighty ball of fire that set itself down towards the two.. their eyes taking off for the first time as they took a glance at what heavy energy attack was sure to come.
