Vasari was first to make a move, with his fingers on his left hand glowing in five different colours and his right wielding his sword, blitzing forward like a flash of lightning.
Madhound didn't wait to land on the dusty ground to move. Using his movement technique, he raced through the air to meet Vasari head-on. His now short dark purple hair fluttered in the wind, and his tongue flapped out his mouth like an excited dog.
They were separated by less than a hundred meters, so they met at the midpoint almost immediately after moving. Vasari's pushed his left hand forward, and the light from his fingers rushed towards their target. At such a close range, it would be mightily impressive if Madhound evaded the five lights as they moved at great speeds. The red, green, blue, brown, and silver lights landed on a different part of Madhound's body and sunk into his mangled skin.
