Selection ceremony XXVIX ( Showdown II )

"Why you bastard…"

Dusik quickly pools a certain amount of ki towards his fist before punching the air with it, sending the energy cluster flying.

The cluster slams into the tree Yakob was standing on and completely obliterates it with Dusik letting out a cackle.

"Fucking bastard looking down on me. I showed him."

Dusik mutters with a grin.

"That attack is really slow and very easy to predict."

Yakob's voice rings out from behind Dusik, the latter quickly leaping forward before turning to set eyes on Yakob, albeit looking a little different.

"What kind of aura do I sense coming out of Yakob??.. It feels so powerful. Did he feel like this before??.. no of course not. So what is going on??"

Dusik wonders as he lays eyes on Yakob, the latter standing quite a distance from Dusik in a stance that made him stand with his right arm facing Dusk and his left arm placed behind his back.