Eragon

OOC: Don't be sorry; I'm sorry for forcin' ya into making the first move with my last post... and, as I've said before, I know nothing of Claymore so.. apologising in advance for any... godmodding done by assumption of speed. I've heard that Claire aster than Jiraiya so.. goin' with that.

The girls sudden rush forwards seemed to have taken the elder ninja by surprise; the shimmer of the silver steel in the sun caused his eyes to widen, and furrow together, in a moment that existed for the eternal second between 'strike' and 'connection'. The next, his mouth shot across his face and his pupils dilated to near nothing as his sense of balance failed him. There was an awkward clod of wood against the tiled surface, and the somewhat amusing sight of the pervert swinging his arms and attepting to throw himself backwards to avoiding the rather sharp-looking edge of that sword. Instead, he tumbled fowards towards the girl instead.

'Of all the luck...!!' he cursed hotly as the blade approached, kicking the groud with his sandled feet, and sending another thunk resounding in the stadium as he pushed himself to the far right of the girl, dodging her claymore by the bredth of the hairs which fell to the arena floor. A more serious expression flashed across his expresion; his eyes narrowed and tightened in min-air, piering the female with a glare.

'So, my theory's right;' he mused, forming a rapid succession of handsigns.
'Her lack of sexiness is relative to her strength... no doubt she could have killed me, I just about got away...'
However, this was not what the rest of the arena heard; instead, they bwitnessed his landing, his bringing his hands near his mouth, and the echoing yell of "Katon: Gōkakyū no Jutsu", with the expulsion of a large fireball owards Claire.
'Meaning, I can't relax for this fight...'

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