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The lighting above the arena shone brightly and they glistened like billions of stars in the never ending sea that was the sky. A silver haired boy with eyes that shone like an ocean in the summer sun, were like a spring storm when the sun was just coming out, the greys and blues mixing beautifully; slowly stepped onto the platform, his hands casually stuffed in his pockets as the aura he emitted remained calm and collected.
"And now, for the main event of the day, Killua versus Riehlvelt! Since Sadaso forfeited the previous match, this will technically be Killua's 200th floor debut! What kind of strategy are we about to see now?"
Coming to a stop, the silverette had a laid back expression on his face and simply stared at the man, before a smirk slowly formed on his lips, his eyes glistening.
Soon enough, the match had begun.
Almost immediately, Killua had launched himself up into the air and vanished from Riehlvelt's sight, causing the man's mouth to drop and his eyes widened in shock.
Appearing behind the man, Killua prepared to strike but Riehlvelt had sensed his presence and quickly propelled himself forward, only feeling a gust of wind as the silverette's attack only grazed him.
"Riehlvelt boosted out of harms way! He propels his wheelchair by releasing his stored aura, guiding it to wherever he wants to go!"
Now on the other side of the arena, Riehlvelt came to a halting stop and stared at Killua for a moment, his gaze calculated and cautious. Slowly reaching back, the man grabbed two snake-like whips and flailed his arms, causing the whips to thrash around in a tornado of speed.
"There it is, folks! Riehlvelt's Song of Defense! He protects himself with two whips, moving at ridiculously high speeds, then waits patiently for his chance to strike!"
Watching the scene with glistening eyes of marigold, lips of roses slowly twitched up and Valentine's smile was like a row of tombstones reflecting in a pond, joy tugging at her lips as if invisible elves were playing a game of tug-of-war.
With a deep sigh to himself, Killua strolled towards the man, stopping in front of the thrashing whips and once he was close enough, eyes of sapphire watched the whips movements.
Suddenly, the two snake-like whips whipped towards the calm silverette and time slowed down in his eyes as the whips moved back and forth, each and every movement passing through his gaze. Before they could even graze him, Killua had caught them in his hands, his grip tight and restricting.
