Training for a Regular

"heh..."

Narora crouched into a stance and vanished behind Light, he stood up on his hands and started to kick toward him.

moves to the left slides his body down and punches narora straight into the air then flips up and kicks his stomach sending him flying backwards into the ground skidding as light lands on his feet.

Narora stopes and reached out his hand to his Sword. Light had made the mistake of kicking him toward it.

Light smirks "heh...thats what i intended" snaps fingers suddenly compressed electricity fires under the ground and cause magnetism into the ground forcing the sword into the middle of the field which sticks there like a heavy magnet unable to move "check...and mate"

"you do realize. that my sword and mask are part of me right?" Narora's hand flashed for a second before his blade materialized in it. "can't let the training battle end there now can we?"

"nice...no one knew quite how to get out of that tatic...hmmm i guess i have no choice"

"heh" Narora's mask suddenly cracked on his right cheek earning a grunt from the Ex-Shadow Reaper.

looks at him and the wings grow larger

the crack grew grew slightly bigger. "damn. i have to end this now..." Narora started to spark with lighting of black and white colors.

light spins the blades and suddenly they crumble to ash and then a large buster blade with a chain attached at the end of it is spinning around his fingers as if it was a feather "heh never thought i would have to use this"

Narora put his hand to the mask as the lightning around him increased. "here we go."

he sighs

Narora stops suddenly. his mask brakes off and his lightning, vanishes.

"sorry i have to go." he bowed in an apologetic way and vanished from sight.

he laughs and sheathes his blade "well miss saria i guess i win..." the weapons revert back to normal and the wings die out