The Ultimate Host

Akashiri quickly dug a hole in the moist ground. This was why he was unharmed. He grabbed the tree and flung it in the air. He hopped out of the hole and unsheathed his sword. Arakan s.u.c.k.e.d his teeth. He continued to swing his kusarigama in the air. High winds started picking. Akashiri lunged towards Arakan and tried to stab him. Arakan however easily evaded the attack by rolling out of the way. Tch." I thought you would be much more of a challenge." I guess I was wrong." said Arakan. Arakan swung his kusarigama which landed in Akashiri's shoulder. Arakan snickered. Ha!" I got you!" Arakan pulled Akashiri towards himself and headbutted him. Blood gushed out of Akashiri's head. Arakan removed the kusarigama out of Akashiri's shoulder. He then kicked him in the c.h.e.s.t, causing him to roll down the moist dirt hill. Akashiri splashed in a puddle of dirty water. Arakan cleaned the blood of his kusarigama and latched it back to his waist. Arakan slid down the moist dirt hill and frontflipped, landing perfectly on his feet. I overestimated you." The only reason Ivan died was that he didn't think things out." Akashiri stood on his feet and clutched his shoulder.