-With the oncoming flurry of attacks pursuing him, Raven would rapidly block the attacks with ease. It seemed his reflexes would continue to get sharper and sharper each battle he had. As a punch came from his image, Raven would catch the fist, forcing it to stop. A loud BANG would come from the sudden collision. Raven would snicker.-
-Returning the favor, Raven would bash his head against the image. Once. Twice. Three times. With each headbutt, a sound similar to Raven catching the fist would echo throughout the valley that the battlefield was in. Adjusting his grip on the image's fist, Raven would begin to spin. This was his Dragon Throw. As Raven spun and spun, he would release his grip to send the image into the ground. The power of the throw would make the image crash through the ground.-
"...hmph..."