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Auron’s lips curled into a frown as he spotted Deidara who had once again taken flight above the stadium which was now close to complete ruin. A chill breeze swept the area, causing small chunks of rock and debris to scuttle along the wrecked arena floor, scuffing what remained of the white tiles in their wake. Auron grunted again, casting his glance towards the airborne bomber. Shuffling one boot clad foot across the dusty floor, Auron rotated his shoulder, as if shaking off the aches of an old injury.

The cold shadow of evening-time had draped the stadium quickly, casting the once crystal blue sky in an eerie orange and red glow which brightened up the horizon. Auron’s cloak fluttered gently in a sweeping breeze, causing clumps of dust and earth to fly from the garment as it moved. Deidara’s dragon flapped its wings, and the warrior monk of Bevelle grimaced as he realized the true origin of the sudden gust: Deidara’s newly conjured dragon was truly a colossus.

Without a moment’s hesitation, the mad coal clad ninja acted, as his dragon’s mouth opened up like the gates to hell itself. Auron swore under his breath. This was it.

Time to act, and fast. The tactician thought hastily, readying himself for whatever fire would stream from the clay dragon’s throat. If I hit it, it will explode. Just like the bird, and just like his missiles He reasoned, gripping his sword with both hands now.

“Away with you!” he commanded, as he began channeling energy into his sword. It was as though time seemed to stand still, for just a moment. The dragon was just now producing the miniature bullet-dragon from its mouth, threatening to annihilate Auron with the insane technique.

If there was anything that Deidara should have learned by now, it was that Auron was not an easy man to kill.

His blade suddenly began to glow with a deep scarlet aura which resembled some sort of ghostly illuminated blood. Within moments, a black circle had wrapped itself around the weapon, with a translucent sheet of purple energy filling the middle of this spinning ring, the velvet aura pierced only by Auron’s weapon. A brilliant yellow light erupted from Auron’s sword, engulfing the blade and adding to the creepy light show which had now started to twist around the weapon, engulfing every inch of the tall blade. Demonic letters began appearing in the illuminated aura, spinning ever faster, twisting with the energy which rotated faster than any human eyes could follow. Eventually, every droplet of the energy culminated at the center of Auron’s blade, spread evenly along its length like a natural glow which would rival the fires of Hell.

Auron swung the blade downwards in a vertical arc, his strained, difficult movements proving just how heavy the demonic force field was. The weapon crashed into the ground with insane strength, completely demolishing every scrap of the floor, creating a large circular crater amongst the ruined white tiles.

Coal black energy leaked into the hole, before quickly separating almost unnaturally into four equally sized obsidian orbs which shot into the sky, just as Deidara has released his second dragon.

The identical spheres took flight, darting towards Deidara and his pair of dragons. The second, smaller clay creation was at least half way between the two now. If it were to explode now, the blast would most likely have equal effect on each warrior. Auron bit his lip as he directed the spheres with some sort of telekinetic force.

A pair of them headed straight for the bullet-dragon, whilst the other two shot off at differing courses, one of them dipping under the dragon, whilst the other shot around the side. The remaining two were headed straight for the small dragon, it seemed.

The collision between clay beast and obsidian energy was of epic proportions. The flash of blinding light occurred seconds before the sound of the explosion, which rocked the very stadium, shards of clay and dark energy striking the floor which was now beyond destroyed. Auron grimaced, moving one dirt covered hand to where a large piece of the clay dragon had cut almost perfectly diagonally across his torso, piercing the sleeveless black armor which he wore under the red cloak. Blood seeped from the wound like a warm, steady river from a most likely permanent wound now etched into his cold flesh.

Despite his injury, Auron remained concentrated. Although the path of his remaining two orbs had been jittery at first, they were now back on their deadly course, shooting through dust and debris which saturated the air now, making vision of Deidara and his dragon impossible. Auron felt out the life force of the pair, sending one of the orbs at each: one at Deidara, the other towards his steed.

“I won’t go down without a fight.” He said, gruffly.