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Mak nodded as Flou left. That...was a good idea. He spun his own blade sheathing it as well. Quiet a anti-climactic ending. Flou was the one he had come here to fight, and if he was leaving, well, there wasn't any real shinobi left that could challenge him. The man before him had already proved himself a blustering idiot, best to let him have his mediocre success, as it was most likely the apex of his shinobi career. He strode toward the gate he had came in on, snapping his fingers once as he walked. As soon as he did so, the blizzard ceased immediately. Visibility returned and as soon as it did, he turned back to the other man"Black Ranton? You'll be seeing me again" And with that he vanished, gone from the arena in an instant
[ Yeah, me too. This is way more hassle then it's worth, and if my RPC continue's this fight, he will kill Black. I'm not sure if that is allowed, so I'll just remove it from the equation ]
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