Fire, that guy's no joke, creating an inferno in the dessert! Aronin gasped as he dodged to avoid the flames shooting up all around him. The heat from the flames added drastically to the already baking hot air, and Aronin could feel his t-shirt getting damp from sweat. But still, his distraction had worked, and the stranger did no longer know where he was. He dissolved the cloud of sand he had been hiding in, and charged at the stranger from behind.

He was just a few feet away when the man turned his face around and they both got eye contact. Aronin gasped; the man he was fighting, and the man he had fought in the dream, was only a boy... His attack faltered as he realized just 'what' he was fighting.

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Ohh! Pretty butterflies!...