[Funkduder]

"I guess that explains the forms then," he thought as he was pushed back by the speed of the attacks. He felt weighed down by the pack, which although empty of the 4 pints of blood, still contained a few more weapons that could be used against his opponent, but he wanted to wait for his arm to fully heal before using them.
However, at the rate the dragon-like opponent was moving, he would need to do something quick. "I see. I guess that means I can go all out," he said jumping back. In the place he once stood, he left a small container. As it opened, smoke quickly filled the arena and the stands. Using his left arm (his shield arm) he plugged his nose at the smell of the smoke that gave him the time he wanted: it smelled of rotten eggs.