Zohik started stumbling back with the force of this awkward light. Spinning around swinging his sword he slowly stopped and stood up straight. His eyes were still shut thought the light from whatever move his opponent had used came through quite strongly.

"So, you've learned to wield a stronger form. techniques have a way of never being able to be mastered."

Zohik took another step forward. His opponent also did this. Now both just about to attack Zohik bent down and picked up his Shantu. He slid it across his skin and sheathed it in once more. His body was shimmering in the sun's light. Sweat had fallen but froze to his skin. In a way it almost made his opponent laugh at the way it looked upon his face but Zohik shook his head quickly and dashed forward making the smile upon Auther's face diminish. Thier swords met quickly, both matching each other percisely. The sharp rings from their blade hitting together echoed throughout the field. Stab after block and block after slash they made their way into a struggle for strength. Zohik knew he was stronger but was afraid of the outcome ofpushing away with his opponent's questioning speed. Zohik pushed forward and jumped back excepting a minor slash across his chin and chest.

Without any word he rushed right back in. Stabbed forward the glow of Ziton disappeared and slowly he fell to attacks. Slashes came that Zohik was just not fast enough to block, even with the size of his opponent's sword he couldn't dodge in time. Gashes formed throughout his arms and stomach. He jumped up as high as he could and arieled to the ground.

"Maybe a sense of greater skill is at hand."

He spoke as he stood. Freezing the wounds like all the others. In a way his endurance was amazing to with-hold such pain with no emotions coming through physically. He stood and sheathed in his sword. it would come to no use having barely enough skill to even block one of his opponent's skill in such. Auther's expression fell to confusion. He kept his stance for battl yet was questioning this action in his mind.

". . .Seijin. . ."

Zohik whispered at the wind blew. . . Ice shards formed through the moisture in the air. Slowly they moved through the air yet so small not to be seen. he wind blew once more, quite strongly. Zohik smiled to see his enemy would not be able to dodge such an attack.

"A test to your endurance is at hand. Your show of might will be curtained. See how long you can endure such pain."

The shard punctured his skin and scratches formed throughout Author's body. Foot to head the wond blew strongly. . .