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Ryouko smirked as Damien took off. He had measured his speed before, when he ran to help Kiiros. But this was even better. He was running straight at him. Ryouko knelt, as Damien was ten feet before him.

Nine...Eight...

Ryouko cupped his hands, by his left side, his grin only widening as a solid line of blood began to form, in the way the handle of a staff would be. His crouch served as a way to keep his stable footing, that way he wouldn't be moved by the move he was about to perform. 

Seven...Six...

He then began to layer it, quickly, using his skilled control to harden the blood into a sturdy, solid form. 

Five...Four...Three...Two...

Ryouko slammed his hands fowards, the blood spear forming quickly and cleanly as he drove the base into the midpoint of Damien's torso at an upwards angle, using his own speed and momentum from the run against him to curve the pole in a circle, over his head, as he threw him into the wall behind him. This was done by simply letting his momentum against the solid staff carry him up and send him flying, because it was basically...in a way...a forced pole vault. "One!" He shouted, turning to look at Damien...or the hole in the wall...with a large grin. The force alone would have made quite a nice hole in the wall.