Vale's footing was upset, but as the mud and sand came flying towards him, he lowered himself to the ground. His blade shrunk again, and he pushed his body upwards, out of the mud's path, and onto one of the nearby pillars. With one hand firmly sunken into the pillar's side, he aimed his sword down at the hole where Bruce was hiding. Suddenly, the blade lost its rigidity, and grew into a whip-like weapon.

	"How many weapons have you mastered, boy?" Vale shouted, whipping his ebony weapon towards Bruce from above.