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[b][u]Muko[/u][/b]
[@Sho Minazuki][/center]

Tossed aside. Well, he wasn't really invested in the fight. What was the point? After all, it was just bragging rights, right? Muko stumbled about, a rather unmotivated stagger. [color=8493ca]"Oh, so we're doing magic? I figured fisty cuffs was enough."[/color] He raise a hand, black flames curling around his fingers, and vanishing. A block of thick ice sprung forth around his arm, almost like an over-sized gauntlet. In fact, it looked a bit silly. But that oversized block of ice was perfect for blocking swords, or in this particular case, the blade of a scythe. 

Scythe struck ice, chipping a few inches in. Something like that scythe, perfect for attacking magic, was rather useless against the ice. Since it was the after result of the magic, and not the magic itself. Thus, in the motion in which the scythe became useless, Muko lunged forward. Black flames swarming around his arm, before a block of ice formed into another large fist. In short, Muko was aiming to give Vega a solid blow with a hand the size of a golden retriever. 

To be honest, Muko didn't judge others much. He tried not to for various reasons. Mostly because first impressions were often times wrong. But, Vega was the kind of person you couldn't help but form opinions on. He had been there on the day Vega had been captured by the guild. In particular, he had been asked to stand back, and let others deal with it. And yet, on that day, as he had sat back, and watched, he felt a kind of rivalry with that man. Somebody who did his own thing. Without seeking love. A man who filled his void with his own feelings, instead of words of others. Muko didn't get that, but he wasn't about to let such a difference stand between him, and Vega. 

It seemed that a fight was underway.