[justify]Unaru was neither surprised nor disappointed to see Lysander avoiding the flying-[color=FFD700][b]M[/b][/color] for to allow himself to be three times in a row at the start of the match was drifting perilously close to what his youngest child would describe as: ‘falling off’. Perhaps that’s why he dodged the way he did. Putting on a bit of a show as he bent so far back it seemed like he was going to snap his spine only to snap back into position when the great golden boomerang had carved a steaming trench into the ground, when shadows parted like the sea, and he could see his chocolate coated rival properly once more.

“[color=008000]I tried to kill you because I know that’s when the real fight begins.[/color]”

Unaru was not particularly romantic, in the traditional sense, he took his fights seriously to a fault. Lysander gathered his shadows and with a sweep of his arm Unaru summoned the storm to his side, ambient crackling electricity descended from the clouds and the area around them until that brawny limb was hidden beneath a snarling snapping maelstrom of emerald, then slowly it began to spin. Slowly it began to take shape. Condensing until what emerged from the spitting hissing cloud of ether was a whirling drill bit that hissed at the air and then he burst to meet him, crushing stone as he flew.

“[color=008000]But if you want to be my punching bag until then, be my guest![/color]”

The tip of his drill slammed into Lysander’s, tip-to-tip (pause), likely to shatter against one another. Yet he pushed onwards again, and again, and again. Each step forward destined to sacrifice more of his own drill but also shredding the shadows apart with fingers of forked electricity with it until the courtyard around them was as a thunderstorm in the middle of the night. Winds whipping about. Stone shattering further around their feet guaranteeing that any of the little orange men lucky enough to survive this far probably didn’t last long when they fell tumbling into the factory beneath their feet.

[b]KRASH SLAM KRASH SLAM KRASH SLAM KRASH[/b]

Over and over until there were no more drills the hammer home and then his clenched first burst through the storm to deliver an overhand right to the side of Lysander's head.[/justify]