[PS] Bar/Theatre/Arcade

[Retane]

His anger flared. His temper boiled. He was infurious, not at Enroshia, but at himself. The white haired human outclassed him every which way he could think. Skill and technique. He was faster, the elvish one was. Of the two, only Retane could release ki. The mrecenary fathomed his predicament and swiftly crossed his arms acrossed his chess and thrusted them downward.

Silent and lightless, the mercenary felt the powerful wind circulate around his arms, coming close near his arms. He felt the slight pain, as one of the winds nicked him. Quickly, he concesntrated on keeping the razor winds calm. Now all he had to do was figure out what it was that the elvish warrior used as a technique to trick him.

I call it Mind Manipulation. You hear and see what I allow you to. Does it scare you, that I know more about your whereabouts, then you know about mine? Come now, Retane, release your darkness and let us see who is the better.
The mercenary released the darkness, hoping to get the upper hand, releasing a bright orb. Closing his eyes, he felt the flash, and half saw it light the flesh thast covered his eyes. As the light receded, he reopened them, only to see the pale humanoid staring back at him.

"Learning anything yet? You will never leave this place unless you beat me. The longer you take, the more chance you risk to perishing." Enroshia was blunt and his eyes were of fire.

The renegade growled, wanting to kill him, yet the words struck harder then any attack could. It was the truth and it stung, deep within. His pride had been injured.

A solid thunk came next. Enroshia buckled, staggering back, nearly dropping his blades. The jade assassin had swung without even knoing he had done so, and connected with the jaw of his rival, and he had done it swift and hard.

The mercenary took little time to thrust one arm forward, releasing the slicing winds at his foe. They connected and the jade slug, listend to the slicing as the flesh ripped open. He heard no screams though. Was Enroshia that tough? A quick glance allowed the warrior to see the dripping blood staining the crimoson cloth of his target. Enro only let a heavy breath, but that was the eye of the storm and the swordsmen learned it as the namek loosed his second razor wind.

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Retane approached Olibu, quietly, not noticing the half saiyan behind him. They stared eye to eye, the two did. The assassin sniffed barely and was able to sense the putrid alchohol emitting from the vapors of the humans breath. He was deeply intoxicated, and it sickened Retane.

The warrior growled low, not making a move, wanting to see his neck pour blood, yet he resisted. He paused, staring the human deep within his eyes, wondering if the man that deafeated still dwelled within.