Days passed, or at least he thought so, and Issac was no close to pushing his way past Mist Klank.  Issac tried his best, using spare items around him to find an opening in the imposters defenses, but his spread was far too great. He wondered if the real Klank could be this tough to beat, giving himself a laugh at the thought of the chain smoking shipwright focusing on something other than building.  He pushed forward, hard, trying to find his own way, like Bighead had wanted, but he couldn't, eventually taking a hit from a hefty double mist hammer.

	"This isn't working," Issac muttered, wiping the blood from him mouth. He got up slowly, the mist smiling the whole while.  "I've fought my whole life with a weapon, and I'm supposed to change that now?"  He took a defensive stance, feeling something coming.

	The mist grew, doubling in size and towering over him.  "And that's the problem, little one.  You think you can change how you fight and be successful?  Adopt a style that isn't your own and fight us?"  The mist chuckled, their voices piercing him.  "Foolish little child, playing with toys he doesn't understand."

	They were annoying, but they were right.  Even if Issac could learn a new fighting style, what would that mean when he was back with Sasayaki?  He needed something new, yet something that undoubtedly his own.  He smiled, finding the humor in the situation, and raised his arms together to the mist.  "Hey Misty K, think you could bind these for me," he asked, the mist returning the smile.  


			~~~One week later~~~


	The mist had finally fallen to it's knees, laughing all the way down and on its back.  "So this is your answer?" the mist chuckled.  "Good," they continued, Mist Klank erupting in a brilliant puff of defiant gas.  The foggy form dissipated, and another form rose in its place, a white smokey squirrel with fog spewing from it like flames.  "But you've only beaten one of us," they instructed.  "How far can this flash really go?"

	"Wait a second," Issac protested, lifting his bound arms.  "This isn't exactly fair," he proclaimed.  

	Mist Peanut skewed it's head.

	Issac pointed to his head.  "I'm going to need for you to cover these," he said, pointing to his eyes.