The ouroboros hung above Lirians head while shining directly on him casting a sacred light on Lirian the light changed to form a set of silver robes on Lirian that twinkled with silver light.
"Where were we?" Lirian asked coldly as he turned back to the pugilist, his voice like the death bells of hell calling the pugilist to the afterlife.
"That's right I was about to give you a gift," Lirian said with a smile as the elemental energies began to wrap around his arm.
Lirian imitated the movements of the pugilist perfectly then he proceeded and shaved off every last bit of wasted movement in the combat art honing it to perfection.
To the pugilist Lirian's movement looked more like the natural flow of the energies within the universe, with a simple move Lirian appeared to have become one with the elements of nature.
