[u]Isole jumps back about thirty feet, pivoting through the air before he lands. His feet slam down on the grown as metal spikes extend from the soles of both feet, impaling themselves in the dirt. A protective lens covers his eye, a red tint now glowing from the receptacle.[/u] "[i]Let's do this.[/i]" [u]He slams his fingers across the strings, playing a song meant for battle. It echoes throughout the Dojo as dust is kicked up from from the ground. http://youtu.be/15BEsGXhX-w [/u]