The man Zohik had faced stood still as Zohik now jumped back. He had ascaped much. Awkwardly enough, his skin started to part, just now from when the attacks were made so long ago. He held his skin together trying to slow the blood. He let his tenseness fall and went completely come. His hand was held over the wound and when he removed it, frozen blood covered over and the wound had stopped bleeding but the pain remained. Zohik looked up at his opponent.

"So, you're faster then I thought."

Zohik stood up straight now and held Hokiju forward. The blade glistened with ice and melting water. The gleam from the sun glared toward Zohik. As he slid his left foot forward he smiled.

"Ziton has a way of almost being perfect except for one default. Only one. See if you can find it!"

He yelled out as he dashed forward. The blade almost disappeared for it's speed was incredible. It flew by Auther's head whispering in another language in every pass. The warrior was struggling to keep up with the blade but seemed to dodge all of the attacks. Zohik slid one hand behind his back and drew his Shantu. He waited for a slight moment and threw the short blade at his opponent. The blade flew just as Zohik's sword came down. . .