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“Hm.” Auron said simply, as the two sculptures twisted towards him, zooming through the air and accelerating. With each moment that passed, the twirling helix came closer and closer to the warrior. Auron readied the second of his enflamed rocks, tossing it almost lazily at one of the clay birds, which exploded upon impact in mid-air, demolishing the other clay projectile with it. Auron’s lips twisted into a smile, as he became wise to one of Deidara’s battle tactics. And it’s a coward’s way of fighting! He thought to himself, clenching his fists before returning to his standard battling position.

Auron’s stance did not waver. The crowd roared in excitement, and had been doing so for quite some time - after all, there was some crazy guy flying some distance above the stadium atop a giant clay bird, and a warrior monk throwing enflamed shards of the arena.

“You do not fight, Deidara, you flee and attack from afar. I do hope you don’t consider yourself a warrior.” Auron remarked. It had been a direct insult towards Deidara and nothing more.

Perhaps it would get the mad bomber’s attention – provoke him, maybe?

A gust of winded shifted his clothing, but Auron made no reaction to the weather. Deidara was still soaring above the stadium, and the warrior shook his head. “Your ‘art’ as you called it is nothing more than cowardice!”

Even as he shouted, Auron began moving. He sprinted forwards, dragging his sword along side him, the sharp blade biting into the arena floor, cutting a clean path through the tiles as he moved.

Launching himself upwards with inhuman strength, Auron began hurtling towards Deidara. There were many gasps of excitement and cheers of praise as Auron came close to where Deidara’s clay bird had ascended to. He reached the artist in mid-air, calmly floating as he did so.

“As a warrior monk of Bevelle, I have picked up quite a few tricks in my time.” Auron announced calmly, and it would have been easy for Deidara to note the flowing golden aura which wrapped itself around Auron. Although low in opacity and almost see-through, the translucent tendrils of energy were quite easy to spot, due to their somewhat supernatural appearance. Below Auron’s feet, their appeared to be a floor of magic glowing gold beneath him which allowed him to be supported as though walking on air, high above the stadium.

Auron darted forwards, running on nothingness, approaching the clay bird and its insane rider with great haste. Slicing horizontally, Auron’s blade was aimed straight for the clay bird’s head, however considering the sheer size of the weapon, it would not have been surprising if Auron’s weapon were to bite into Deidara’s flesh as well, though Auron hoped that an illusion of the bomber wouldn’t take the fall for him once more, his weapon instead finding it’s true target – the real Deidara.