It's. Fucking. Hot. As. Hell.

And this bloody suit stinks of sweat and old man smell. This was more woven for Baku, in which he used as a sparring thing sometimes, so it didn't smell so good. Although he was much more klutzy in this thing compared to Karn, who's steps were pretty graceful. Despite barely able to see a thing. She was more relying of her ears to guide her, using the others footsteps to react. That, and following Benero's lead as he pulled and tugged from ontop of her shoulders.

The rookie shot some cooling mist, which admittedly was refreshing. Of course the 'Dragon' dramatacllu stumbled back, shrieking in agony at the attack. It shook it's head and thumped its scaly tail against the wooden floor in anger. As Wydle went to bypass, the 'Dragon' dramataclly whirled to the side, the head making a snapping motion and just missed the new opponent.

As another gust of mist shot at it, it staggered again before roaring angrily, flames spilling out of the nostrils. Steaming up the misty liquid to cause a slightly foggy effect before moving foreword toward Cassius. The left arm raising as high as it could go before 'slamming' dramatically downward toward Cassius. It would be easy to dodge and light enough not to hurt, but it looked pretty neat.

Blank in the meantime, pulled his sword up to block against the attack. "Don't you understand?! This is for the good for our country!" He shouted before back flipping to land away and waved his sword in a slash movement briefly. "And for the good for the safety of many, sacrifices must be made!"  He shouted before moving in for a lunge, hands clasping in both hands as he raised it above his head and head toward her.