Teraida watched as the arrow scrapped her leg, but did nothing to deter her from getting the sword before he did, He skidded to a halt as she grabbed it, then spoke to him. He saw her fire, breathing hard as his legs shaked from the unbearable agony. He had to press on, him taking a step back as he watched her gear to run at him. From what he could see, she had little to no injury, besides her eye. This fight was definitely one sided. He took off running toward her as she made her way to him, Swinging the sword toward his legs. At the last possible second he leaped into the air, his body twisting. Just as he was over her, his hand shot out below him and collided hard against her sword arm shoulder, hoping to disarm her. He would continue his flight till he landed on the other side of her and sprinted toward the body, hoping to find another weapon.<br/><br/>He searched the body as he neared it, only to find a very badly worn dagger, and a small in width, but rather long bit of leather. This would be perfect. He quickly took off running away from her, the entire time, fashioning a long range whip like weapon, the dagger fashioned on the end. He turned around, now armed and ready and spun the dagger around himself, the crowd cheering for his use of what was around him. He still hadn't spoken a word, staring her down with a wild flame. He would have to end this quickly, for his legs were shaking worse than before. Time would say he had about 3 minutes left to him before the pain would reach his limit. He feared the worse would come from this. His eyes glazed over some, showing that his consciousness was slipping, but still he spun his weapon, waiting for her to make the next move.