Xavier chuckled quietly, a few raspy and wheezing breaths accompanied by a drool of blood from his throat. As he watched Auz, the blade in Xaviers left hand melted onto his forearm. Allowing him to bring it quickly to his chest to thud against his sternum in one fluid motion. His hand would move to his face now, the fingers folding inwards so that only his index and middle finger stood. Those fingers pointed at either of his eyes respectively. Next both his hands stretched directly infront of him, his right hand still holding his sword, before making a large circle in the air. [i]I see alot[/i]

Ontop of this, Xavier found himself engrossed within the battle at hand. Before Auz there was no man or woman in this world to challenge him. Auz however brought something special to the table that no one else could - his death[b][i]s[/i][/b]. Xavier lived for battle and the rush of the kil. So to find an opponent who could die again and again only to come back as an even better fighter was like a dream come true. What Auz did betwixt fighting and dying was of no concern to Xavier.

The metal on Xaviers left arm began to shift along his skin before bubble in what would at first seem to be random points. From the bubbles emerged several one inch thick rods that would grow to 4 inches thick. Covering his arm from elbow to wrist as Xavier shifted his right foot behind him, shifting the majority of his weight there.

Xavier lifted his left arm again, pointing it directly at Auz this time. The palm of his hand lay flat and open, his thumb folded towards the center while his fingers pointed at Auz. The fingers would quickly coil back on themselves before lying flat, repeating this process two more times. Beckoning Auz for the first move once more.