Underground Cavern [ 10 years ago ]

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Two warriors would battle together at the alter. Only one would survive, the crowd about them cheered for the blood shed that would be seen with the power of two hands. No weapons, no chakra, just hands. They all screamed and cheered as they awaited the victor of this deciding battle.

The male figure stood in the middle of the cavern ring, his arms were up, legs spread in a fighting stance. His lungs were pumping the oxygen in the air through his body as he panted hard. The fight had been going on for almost 20 mins, and he could feel bruises formming on his face, shoulders and chest. His palms were open, as he stared at his opponet, sweat pouring down his face as he waited for his foe to restart the match after thier short stareing break.

His body working hard to keep his body up, his breath grew very ragged and his eyes began to become half lidded. His fingers were pointed outwards as he'd shoot one leg out along the ground and rest his weight on his heel as his foot would sway along the ground in a circling motion; long hair would bounce left to right as it was a long ponytail that met the back of his knee. Purple occuli scanned the male as he would then spit to the right; blood. He had taking a severe beating, at this moment him and his opponent were equally damaged.

His body shot foreward in a sudden rush, this fight needed to end and end fast. His feet tapped agaisnt the stone floor, pushing him onward as he rushed into the range of the long haired male. his short spiked hair flowed along his skull as he moved with a determined speed, a feral growl ripping through his jaws.

He stared at the male whilst in his stance, a nonchalant gaze took over his demeanor and the air about him changed to a more darkened, thick atmosphere with killing intent. Purple finger nails that were grown and long would stand out as they would favor short claws, his hand would lay lip as he awaited the oncoming sprint of his opponent before him.

A fist came out infront of the male, his plam closing into a loose fist as it crossed the receding distance between the two. the knuckles of his hand woudl aim for the left jaw side of Sai Gen's face, his growl was still rollign out as he made to strike his opponet.