When Ryuumaru was only a couple of yards away, Anzu shifted to the gentle fist, and spun around. For him, it looked to be a amateurish imitation, of eight trigrams. Her goal wasn't to preform a perfect eight trigrams, but to spin around at such a rapid phase, she was kicking up dust, and dirt from the ground, filling the area in a brown cloud of dust. Soon, nothing could be seen in the clearing, and nothing could be heard. Anzu who'd been right in front of him, only moments ago, seemingly disappeared, without a trace. "Empty palm!" Anzu suddenly appeared behind him, and thrusted he open palm, towards the middle of his spine.