Zeyvel, a chat.

Ken would walk onto the battlefield with his hands in his pockets. It seemed he was actually wanting to change his ways of fighting. Ken would sit on a nearby tree stump and wait for Zeyvel.

"..."

Zeyvel walked onto the field alone with his mind on a million things. Then he noticed someone else there and walked up slowly.

"Waiting for someone?" He said with a emotionless look on his face.

Ken would look up into the eyes of the boy and come to the conclusion that this was Zeyvel. And that Ken looked through Zeyvel's mind to see who it was. Ken's hair would gently flow in the mild breeze. It was fairly warm outside, given that he was sitting in the sun.

"No. I'm not actually."

Ken's voice was raspy and deep. He would push his hair out of his face as he stood to his feet. He liked this kid.

"My name is Ken Aburame and I'd like the honor of whitnessing your battle strength.."

"Sure I guess." Zeyvel replied as he stared at Ken. "I'm a bit rusty anyway."

Then he put his hand on the hilt of his sword and waited to see what his opponent was gonna do.

Ken would smile as he watched his egar opponent reach for the hilt of his blade. Out stretching his arm, it would begin to twitch as purple energy began to flow all around his palm. Suddenly, an exact replica of Zeyvel's blade would form into Ken's palm.

"By all means then, make the first strike."

Zeyvel swung his blade downward at his foe and grabbed four iron pellets from his pockets with his other hand.

Ken would parry the simple attack with the tip of his sword. Ken was not amused by the little effort the boy put into battle. After parrying Zeyvel's downwards slash, Ken would lunge with his blade twards Zeyvel. With his movement, a dark purple aura would seem to flick off of the tip of Ken's blade and into Zeyvel's blade. The aura was small and blended in with the sparks that were also created by this move. This was crucial for Zeyvel to notice, for he is about to realize why Ken is called The Mad Hatter.

"..And One.."

Zeyvel took a step back an grabbed his sword with both hands. With one tug he split it into two shorter swords. Then he did two things: first he vibrated the molecules in the sword in his right hand until the metal was red hot. At the same time he slowed the molecules in the sword in his left hand and soon an icy haze was emitting from it. Then Zeyvel ran up and slashed with an x motion at Ken.

Ken would raise an eyebrow at the unique talent the boy possessed. Ken's sword would catch the cross of Zeyvel's blades and stop them dead in their tracks, as he blocked the attack. Not only did the blades stop, they would fuze in an x formation aswell, due to the Kenitic aura that was planted inside of the sword. Ken didn't want to show his armada of creatures. He needed to hone his own skills if he was going to proceed in his plans.

"Very unique. What you did with your blades.."

Ken would toss his sword behind him and it would vanish in a deep purple haze. Raising his right arm and placing his first two fingers on his temple, Ken would stop Zeyvel dead in his tracks with his Telekinesis. He needed to strengthen this the most. The only thing Ken would do is mess with his vision. To Zeyvel, there would seem to be about 7 clones of Ken.

"Now let me show you what your up against..."

Zeyvel fused his blades into one orignal sword and looked around at his opponents.

"Heh, it looks like I'm outnumbered." He said as he looked at the cloth on his arm. "Guess I have to fight like that again."

Then he unwrapped the cloth and put it over his eyes.

"That's better" Zeyvel said in a calm voice. "Let's start round 2."

Then he stood there, waiting for the next attack.

Ken would pause for a moment. Lifting an eyebrow, Ken would begin to focus on Zeyvel's hearing. This Telekinesis was truly a gift if used correctly. Zeyvel's hearing would begin to fade but not vanish. Like he was under water.

"..."

Ken would walk up to Zeyvel with his arms crossed. He would observe him. Hoping Zeyvel would freak out in a way, Ken's eyes would light up with a purple flame. Ken would remember that he had the imfamous Cloud Flame. He would fiddle with his ring.

Zeyvel slashed forward to test if someone was in front of him then slashed to the left to test again.

As the blades came, they would catch Ken's sleeve and stop. His Cloud Flame could controll the density of his jacket as well. Ken would send a bone-crushing right hook to Zeyvel's jaw. Hoping to fracture or dislocate something.

"Blindfolding yourself wasn't really the brightest move now was it..?"