"Oho…"
Dark Kiernan stared silently at the ceiling, blood running down his face, and then he sat back up.
"You can use Iron Smash? How come?"
He asked with a frown.
"I quickly learned it again. You may steal Iron Style from me, but you cannot steal my talent for martial arts."
Kiernan said coldly.
"Hahahaha… Good."
Dark Kiernan stood up, laughed menacingly, and whispered, 'Good,' once more under his breath.
It would be far too disappointing if Kiernan didn't put up a fight.
"Iron Smash!
"Iron Smash!"
Fist and fist collided. The muscles on their arms trembled. It ended in a draw.
Dark Kiernan lunged again, this time with brutal efficiency. He feinted an Iron Smash, then snapped an Iron Kick toward Kiernan's ribs.
The impact cracked like a branch breaking.
Kiernan staggered, gasping, vision blurring with pain. He tasted copper. Then, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
'…Reigning Fallow.'
