[center][h2][color=#0B002B][i][b][u]Noir Iridian[/u][/b][/i][/color][/h2][/center][hr] Sound. It was key now that he'd made his move, obscuring much of the battlefield. Fortunately, his adversary decided to make sound. He smiled and as soon as he heard it--the soft contact of footsteps on ice--he lept forwards and into a side crossing 1 meter of the total distance between them. As he landed he swung Chimera. Pressure and the faintest of [i]clicks[/i] signaled the weapon's rapid expansion to its full length midswing, its blade parallel with the ground. In a blur the blade struck the base of the tree and cleave almost halfway through its width. He reeled in the weapon, or rather...it reeled him in, pulling him forwards with tremendous force. It was time for this to really begin. Little did Noir know, that all this had occurred before his adversary had jumped from the top of her new perch. Though as he came within visible range of the tree--roughly 2.5 meters--he would note the spike of ice in the tree. Things were about to get interesting.