Jang raised a brow in confusion, but nonetheless, he charged forward, his body appearing to warp into space and reappear as it collided with Raph's blade. A sonic wave exuded out of their little confrontation, and the force pushed the snow around them. Ice began to creep up Jang's fist, but his expression remained unphased. He gripped his fist hard, and yang energy surged through, a fiery light igniting around his fists.
"Be proud, Raffaelo Jun, this is the third time I use a Kang Lin technique on you," Jang said, his voice exuding a mix of strength and arrogance with the newfound power.
"Huh?" Raph muttered, his thoughts mumbling to him. 'Didn't you use just one?'. That's right; with the use of his abilities, he had not even seen the need to use his Family's techniques until now.
"6th step of the Imperial Mystic Kang Arts! Descending Rule." This time, instead of an anti-gravitational pull, something entirely opposite occurred - a gravitational push.
