"Tristan, you don't have to do this, you can still change, you can still join us!", boomed Marcus as he dashed hastily towards Tristan. "No Marcus, it is too late, my mind is made up and my path is clear, and frankly... My path has no room for you.", said Tristan as he spun around and struck Marcus in the jaw with an uppercut that sent him hurtling into the air. Marcus spiralled into the ground with a loud crash, he brushed himself off and began weaving hand seals, "I'm sorry my friend, but I guess this is how it has to be.", muttered Marcus as he took in a deep breath "Fire Style: Great thermite cloud!", a grand plume of red grains of powder flew towards Tristan, but he was too quick for Marcus and his jutsu, Tristan dodged the great ball of fire caused by the detonating thermite and weaved some hand seals of his own "Earth Style: Clamp of the rock golem!", a giant stone hand rose from the earth and slammed Marcus with all it's might.
To be continued....
