The Cowboy, Heath tumbled, suddenly on the inside of one of the Freighter train's carriages. Hiryu also phased into the carriage, but as this action was intentional for him, he landed with a lot more control and grace. Heath sprang to his feet and glanced around nervously, touching himself, realising he was still alive, somehow. He then glanced about at his surroundings getting a bearing of where he actually was.

"We're on the train...?" he asked in calm disbelief to Hiryu. Hiryu didn't respond, simply recollecting himself into a fighting pose. Heath was curious about Hiryu for all but a second, before he realised... it didn't really matter to him. He drew a card with rapid speed. "Quick Draw!" he muttered, launching the card down the empty carriage at Hiryu. As Heath's hand twitched to grab a card, Hiryu charged back at the card-wielding mage and phased passed the mage enthused card with his vajra teleport as he was swinging out his foot in a roundhouse kick.

"Ouroboros!" Hiryu chanted, before pelting Heath with a magical projectile of his own. Heath was thrust back. A bead of sweat formed on his head as he started wheezing from having the wind blown out of him. But as he struggled for breath, Heath began to chuckle as opposed to fret.

"You know, at first, I thought you were trying to escape, or get me out of the way. But you're just stupid enough to think you might beat me!" said Heath mockingly. "Part'ner. You can't teleport out of a bad shuffle. You don't know just how nasty I deal'em!" Heath roared, his hands delved into his pocket and Hiryu adamantly rushed him, but instead of firing one or two cards, Heath reveal a miriad of cards, all fluttering with ethereal magic imbue in them, levitating in the air.