"I am quite knowledgeable of the style in which you choose to use for this fight, And I ask you try your feeble tricks upon someone else, As I simply find them a nuisance, Less then what I care to acknowledge, But if you choose to anger me, Then so be it, Let my blade see your demise, Your body will be the canvas for my art, And my blade, The brush.."
....The tattooed dragon which laid rest in his palm, Ran from his body, As it coiled out to the ground, The tail of the Dragon spun around that of his index finger, As the Dragon's mouth bit into the Earth beneath him, Aura shrouded the dragon, As now it's atomic structure changed, It formed into that of a blade, The canvas of the blade was encrested with a dragon insignia, The hilt long and custom for that of his own hands, As around his finger it was a small loop, In which he now pulled at with the turning of his wrist, It hooked upon the loop, As the blade ran from the ground now, It was revealed to be rather long, The blade weighed nothing more than an ounce, The blade black like ink, as he then began to spin the blade around his index with a small and constant movement with his forearm, As he swiftly pulled back, the blade left his grasp, As he then took grasp upon the hilt of the blade, with this the blades edge oscillated, The aura in which shrouded his arms, Now enveloped the blade, As he looked to Ito now, he sighed, That of a cold and crimson mist exited his lips, His eyes shimmered brightly, As the aura tinted crimson around him reflected off his sclera..
"I ask now, Are you ready..?"
..He chuckled somewhat after the words he spoke chilled and traveled through the still air..