[Well, we aren't on the Crucible anymore, kids. It's actually a pretty good replica of Tokyo Tower, and Fuuma's standing on a rafter, a cloak around him while one other person stands facing him, holding a sword identical to his own Shinken. Neither one move for a few moments before they start clashing, lightning coming off their swords.

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[So, Fuuma's injuries have healed up, yaaaay~ Now he's just glaring up at the blackness in the sky]

It's disturbingly beautiful.

[Sighs, shaking his head- no thinking about the end] Hope the others are alright...

[Fuuma's staggering along, bloodied, but still able to dodge the holes that're popping up. This isn't looking good. He's gripping the Shinken in his hand as he mutters to himself]

Ungh.....why the hell did I fight that guy...stupid.

[He continues on, stopping at a solid patch of ground for a moment to wipe blood off his lip. Breathing's staggered, ( Read more... )