Hiro's eyes stared greedily to the energy creeping down his blades; the feeling this gave to him was orgasmic. He had not felt the thrill of imminent battle in years and he was more than ready. The corner of his lips tug upwards; causing a malicious grin to take his face. 

  With the man's words flowing through him, he slowly stands back up; dropping his taichi dropping to his left side once more. Lightning traces each slow and measured step that Hiro took; following him and striking the ground around every step he took. He was making sure not to make a rushed approach, this opponent was too composed; he was too calm for a blind rush. The sound of his erratic heartbeat, becomes music to his ears; more eloquent and composed than any classical music. This was something Hiro dreamed about, something that consumed his every thought and desire. 

  His movement halts, Hiro slowly slides his right foot forward; leaving his left foot behind. As he comes within ten feet of his opponent; allowing him to get a better view of this being and his attributes. Hiro took note of his energy, his weapons and any nervous ticks this being may have. To his shock, there were none; there was no sense of fear or hesitation from this person and that was alarming. He left himself fairly unguarded, but he also gave off a threatening sensation. Looking down to his own blade, Hiro's arm raises and slams downwards; forcing the lighting conducing blade into the dirt beside of him. His right arm crosses his chest to his left side and pops; as he crosses his right arm and waits to hear the pop. Tilting to the side, his neck releases a sickening pop; the sound bringing the silence to an end.

  The lighting that surrounded his feet, begin to slither and dance up his frame methodically. As it reaches his shoulders, it begins to slide down the length of his arms; until the electricity encompasses his fist. With this, Hiro suddenly pushes off his left foot, allowing him to dart forward at fairly high speeds. As his left foot leaves the ground, lightning strikes the earth that his foot once inhabited. As he closes the distance between him and the man; his right foot plants into the earth below of him. Digging in and giving him a solid base, so that he may react to any attack that would be returned. 

  Hiro was a very reckless fighter and this was apparent; he knew the man still kept his weapons, but he did not care. He liked to take things slowly and this being would find out. Using the momentum of his powerful dash, Hiro cocks back his right arm; firing a powerful haymaker towards the being's right temple. As his swing approaches, the lightning around his fist intensifies and crackles; anticipating the immediate impact.