The dark figure, still emitting smoke from the missing hand on its right side, appeared before Natsu as he revealed the blade of his katana. A dark spirit so far from any town was unusual to encounter, but surely not impossible. The reason...<br/><br/>...Was he himself. He leaped into the air, fast as a lightning, and in a quick slashing motion attacked the spirit. The sword cut off the other arm, too, but the creature evaded the other blow, following in quick succession. It wasn't an ordinary dark spirit, then - it must have been a higher-ranking one. Though, still no match for Natsu. He made a turn in the air, and landed in a roll in the snow. To avoid a blow, coming to his right, he had to turn over once more, but he was back up on his feet within moments.<br/><br/>Then, he heard the voice. Who could be here?<br/><br/>He turned his head in the direction from which the voice came, but a distraction proved to be deadly. Something smacked him into the shoulder, and he was forced to immediately turn and return the blow with a strong strike. The snow started turning black and red from the blood from the creature.<br/><br/>Though, whoever was there should go away as quickly as possible.