Relentless gusts of wind swirled through the clearing, battering the ancient structure and all that stood in their path. The speeding arc of raging energy sunk heavy into one of the floating rocks were Ziro had once stood and shattered it to dust. Daiki was disappointed that he could not have brought the poor creatures end as soon as he had thought but it seemed that the being had more tricks about it. Staring down from the heavens he watched as his enemy picked himself up from the earth and performed actions he could not perceive. As the samurai took a more defensive stance, Ziro sped through the air once more at him.

With little time to act, as he was caught off-guard, Daiki did what he could to resemble a stance. The blade of his enemy was clear with its intent as the tip was lunged forward in an attempt to pierce his chest. With a swing of Graceful Fall, he knocked the blade skywards to protect his organs but the defence was not absolute. His cheek was touched by the cold kiss of metal as it barely drew blood. The shallow cut stung but was of little consequence.

Taking a step back, he found the comfort of the tree behind him. Although its power drained, its physical existence supported him as a he expected Ziro to attack again. Slipping round it, he dived off heading for another rock lower down that had hovered round the temple. As he fell through the air, two blossoms appeared on where he expected to fall. Even from this distance he could draw on their power as he began another attack. In one hand his sword, in the other empty, he started to call on the power. To his katana the saw raw energy as before, to his hand a ball of fire. Stroking the flames over his blade, he gripped it with two hands once more and swung it full force. With another roar of thunder, a speeding arc formed again but covered in a raging conflagration.