Drawing his left arm up once again he grasped the chain and lowered the blade in his right,letting it move behind his body as he took a few leaping steps forwards. With an insult like that, Shin couldn't let him go unpunished. Not a chance in hell would someone call him an amateur and get away with it. [color=bc8dbf]"Lightning is faster than people can move, you rat bastard!" [/color] With the two quicker steps giving him a momentum boost, Shin dipped himself lower to the ground and let the weight of the Kusarigama's blade touch the ground. Leaving behind a small indent in the sand as he moved towards the pillar of earth. Now there were two sorts of magic that he had demonstrated, earth and lightning. An odd combination that wouldn't make sense on its own, so Shin figured he must be able to manipulate all of the elements, which meant there might be a real big problem if he was the sort with divine magic. Divine magic is a terrifying thing to witness, something that Shin was not willing to witness twice in an eternal lifetime. So keeping him from casting magic was the only real answer. Not even noticing that his quick leaps had put him out of harm's way, Shin began to close the distance between them as fast as he could. Throwing himself into a serpentine once again, allowing his blade to drag a little bit more through the sand. By twisting his wrist ever so slightly, he started to catch sand on the side of the blade as he moved. Trailing his singular eye on where he had last seen Metz, he gambled on his foe being unable to outrun his attack while soaked. Just before reaching the water's edge, Shin slid his right foot forwards and halted his movement. Allowing his right arm to sling forward, adding in a bit of his own muscle fueled momentum to the mix, he released the bladed end of the Kusarigama from his hand. With the sand covering the blade, it released a wave of particles that would quickly settle once thrown. However, they would serve as a visual distraction from the weapon itself. While it wasn't a deadly attack, it was a painful one. The bladed edge points away from the end that was thrown at Metz, but it was still a metal blade that would hurt like hell if it struck a fleshy bit. It was meant to keep Metz in the water, prevent him from getting on ground and having any sort of mobility. Which would force his opponent to exhaust himself before he could offer up a real fight.