[color=bc8dbf][i]What a stupid name.[/i][/color] Shin thought to himself moments before the pillar of rock erupted from the ground like some sort of stone rocket. [color=bc8dbf][i] Heh. [b]Rock[/b]et.[/i][/color] Forming a protective barrier around himself? Was he so desperate that he needed to shield himself? Or was he preparing some other devious plot? No matter the outcome, there was plenty of time for Shin to look himself over. The fight hadn't been going on for very long, probably less than four minutes about this time. So with a bit of free time he was left to plot the rest of the fight.

It seemed as though destiny saw itself rather ironic, as both fighters were noting the lack of exhaustion in the other. With the wound on his shoulder already scabbing over and his arm re-set, the only wound still remaining on his body was the burn from previously and the oozing stab in his gut. Now that the fight had slowed down, by that I mean to a screeching halt, Shin was only just noticing the sting that had been cloaked by his adrenaline. The pain wasn't excruciating, but he can't simply heal from burns. They're dermal and sub-dermal, and he can only scar over wounds. If the fight dragged on long enough for the burn to heal, well, it would be several days before then. 

As to the stamina he had remaining? Probably an hour, maybe a little more. Pain would be the problem, not exhaustion. None of his wounds were fatal, and Metz hadn't aimed for very sensitive spots. With a quick look-over of himself, Shin noted that his left arm was lagging a bit, since it had recently been popped. Favoring his right hand would make Metz focus the arm, and eventually it would be disabled. If he favored his left, it wouldn't carry as much force as he would like it to. His side and chest stung as though someone were pressing a coffee mug against his skin that was just slightly too hot.

Taking a short breath near the pillar, Shin turned to the water's edge. Using his time wisely, Shin rushed to the water and fished out his weapon by the chain. Shaking off as much water as he could, trying his best to avoid touching it.

Re-equipped with his weapon and standing a few dozen paces away from Metz, Shin turned and kept his eye trained on the pillar. Swinging the weight in his left hand, the assassin watched carefully. There was no way he could put on an offensive while his foe was inside of that pillar, and he couldn't tell whether or not his foe could attack from inside.

If the fool dared to emerge, Shin would be more than ready to go on the offensive.