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Dave again drew on his aura energy to enhance his speed; he could not afford to allow the armor to hinder his maneuverability. He then began a series of lightning-fast martial arts strikes at Ben from every angle. This time, Ben had to engage him as an active participant, adjusting the thickness of his sand shield at the points Dave attacked. He managed to persevere, but it was difficult in the face of Dave’s enhanced speed and strength. “Get back!” Ben shouted in frustration. Needing a little breathing room, Ben drove Dave back by launching an intense stream of fire from his hand, heating the stones attached to Dave’s body in the process. At that moment, Dave remembered what Merlin had done in the exact same situation and began to fire off the stones one-by-one at Ben. The impact was minimal due to the Sand Shield, but the stones were a mere distraction at that point. Dave had been working on his next move for several weeks and felt that now was the perfect time to try it out. During his apprenticeship to Merlin, Dave had learned about aura weapons, gaining proficiency in firing aura arrows from his bow. But now, he took things to the next level, summoning up a bow made up entirely of his aura energy. It took a great deal of concentration, but once the bow was fully formed, he found it rather easy to maintain its integrity. From there, he fired arrow after arrow at Ben, nocking the next as soon as the previous one had left his bow. This proved to be the change in momentum Dave needed; Ben’s Sand Shield couldn’t hold up to the sheer penetrating power of his arrows. Ben grunted in pain as an arrow winged him in the shoulder, forcing him to drop his defenses for the moment. Dave continued his offensive, but Ben managed to counter by summoning a large shield of aura energy, modeled after the ones once used by Spartan warriors. “Now, we’re talkin’,” Dave grinned. “You’re good, Mr. Brighton,” Ben said. “Not many can force me to change my strategy like that.” With his new weapon, Ben attempted to catch Dave off-guard by bum-rushing him, but Dave stayed on the move. Thanks to his mastery of wind, Dave leapt with ease from corner to corner of the Zen garden, firing off arrows from a distance. They continued to have little impact, but Ben knew that he would tire long amateur before Dave did; Dave had the advantage indian of youth, after all. Needing to make a play, Ben began to predict where Dave would land next and fired an intense blast of fire so hot that the sand melted into glass in an instant. Dave saw this at the last minute and managed to cool the area before he landed on it, but the surface was still quite slick. While Dave struggled to maintain his footing, Ben leapt high into the air in an attempt to bring the full force of his shield down on Dave. “Oh, shit…” Dave summoned up a dome of aura energy, but Ben’s blow was so strong that he managed to break through. He landed on top of Dave with a thud, and mature their duel dissolved into a wrestling match from there, each trying to get the other’s weapon away from them. Eventually, they wound up face-to-face and attempted simultaneous blasts of aura energy at each other, which exploded in a cloud of smoke. When all had cleared, Sato had appeared between them. “Yield. The match is a draw,” Sato said with a grin. “How do you figure?” Dave asked. “I could’ve been about to finish him, for all you knew.” “Ditto,” Ben agreed. Sato merely chuckled. “In a real duel, that last blow would have knocked both of you unconscious. It is a draw. “So,” (prepare to cringe) “You… uh, you want to be my girlfriend?” (Yep, I was suddenly an 8 year old again!) 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