Works for me. ^_^
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*Keotsu becomes wary as he sees his opponent slide his hand beneath his cloak, most likely taking stock of the weapons he has available to him. Keotsu himself, after crossing the hostile desert, is aware that he has merely three kunai knives and four shuriken left; unfortunately, he does not have a sword with him. He doesn't believe he'll have to worry about jutsu or explosives being used in this brawl, as damage to the town would be quick to invite the rage of the residents.
He is only to aware of the dryness in his throat, having crossed this journey as part of an enlightenment trip, his white robe billowing along with his long hair as the wind blows...*
"I...apologize. But, I don't suppose you'll be satisfied with just words. Tell you what. If you beat me...I'll pay for the haircut."
*Keotsu slaps his wallet, coins jingling as he does so, a sarcastic, yet tired, smile appearing on his face with the sentence. He notices as well, that his opponent still has his left hand within his cloak.
Keotsu rushes forward, the loud rustling of cloth igniting the stagnate air with noise; making sure to start simply, but effectively, he pulls back his left hand, and readies it, before thrusting forward with an open palm, aiming for his opponent's sternum.*