Lysander’s fingertips clenched tighter as his hand stopped inches from touching the other’s outstretched hand. His jaw clenched. He’d known the punch wouldn’t land, but still something always irked him at how easily his [i]friend[/i] seemed able to meet him blow for blow. Not many could withstand the force of pure energy radiating from his shadow-clad body. Adjusting almost instinctively, even as Unaru did the same, his battle-hardened mind reacted on its own. The shadows lurched from behind him, the well lashing out like a thousand tendrils of malice – a flattened surface which met the wave of chocolate bursting from the ground mid-strike, curling around it to redirect it harmlessly back toward the ground – even as the fisted pressure wave struck him, flinging him backwards as quickly as he’d flown forward.
 
[color=f26522][i] “You know – somehow I knew this was going to happen.” [/i][/color] 

He said while laughing, his voice was booming louder than should be possible. The echo of it rebounding and growing, louder and louder until it was almost mind-numbing. Not even sure how that happened. The dust settled around him, his back pressed into the wall leaving the impression of his arms flung out to his side. Taking the opportunity, he shifted his arms and legs back and forth, making a nice little stone angel in the middle of the fist-print. 

[color=f26522][i] “These aren’t even people, my friend. They’re subhuman, animals at best, monkeys with some minor level of intelligence. Besides, they get paid – it’s not like they’re slaves.”[/i][/color]

Pushing himself away from the wall, crumbling stone falling around him as a large section of the building began to settle from the impact. He rolled his head, cracking his neck before moving on to his knuckles.

 [color=f26522][i]”That was some punch you got there, Dragon. Let me show you mine.”[/i][/color] 

Without moving, he refocused his mind and the shadows welled around him before launching from his chest – a huge chunk of darkness blasting across the space between them almost imperceptibly fast – the force of power surrounding it enough to level the section of building behind Unaru. Should it land, much like his own, it would fling him back against the wall – forcing a massive impression of an M on the wall behind him before slamming him dead-center into the stone. 

Once the blackness faded from the other’s vision, from the sheer size of it if nothing else, Lysander was no longer standing on the air where he’d been last seen. In fact, he wasn’t anywhere to be seen at all – but he was sure Unaru could sense his presence in the space between shadows. Except, there’d be many more than just one sensation of his power. Lysander was definitely up to something.