*I am knocked back by the explosion, but I manage to get up, wounded* You are indeed a worthy opponent. But I will not go down that easily. *with a limp, I throw my swords on the ground, now powerless* But I have one trick up my sleeve yet. A gift, from a very early resident of the dojo. *I begin focusing, and a sword made of fire itself forms in my hand. Due to the effort made, I am out of breath, and somewhat weakened* *I rush forward, and make a slash at your arm* [spoiler]made an edit. I don't have any trucks up my sleeve... lol.[/spoiler]