The flames engulfed his arm, and Rajaks stepped back, waving his hand towards the fire and outright blowing it away with the air-pressure he'd created. Burn marks were littered along his arm, though. Still, it was strange. The injuries he'd suffered earlier were not gone, replaced with the new burns that he'd just suffered. Rajaka clenched his fists and hopped back several feet. His smile sunk through the black mask that covered his face, bright like blinding sunlight.

	[color=fff200]"Fine, fine! You wanna act like a little shit? I'll treat you like a little shit!"[/color] Rajaka shouted, suddenly taking a far more refined stance, with his feet squared at a 45 degree angle, and his arms raised into a proper fighting stance. He looked like a Boxer now. Suddenly, he punched forward, towards Jenso, but nothing happened. [color=fff200]"Ten percent focus, fucker. That's all I'll need to knock you out."[/color]