As Dai Xin's Qi attack forced his opponents to back off, he was able to quickly regroup...but before he could launch a counter attack, his companions joined into the fray. If this had been a free-for-all, like with the many bandits earlier, he wouldn't have minded. But Xu Lao called for a duel--and Dai Xin felt insulted that he even had to do such a thing.

"Miss Torako! Miss Kyang!" he called out, his voice still loud and more expressive than anything they'd seen from him thus far. "I am fine! Do not interrupt."

He turned back to Xu Lao, and with a derisive sniff, began folding his sleeves up around his wrists.

"Together, or separately; with weapons, or without. It was always my intention to defeat the both of you myself." he growled. "This one will show you...how vast the Sky is."

As his Qi rippled along his clothing, lifting it like an invisible wind, his fiery red hair began to float as well, trailing and waving behind him. If Torako's sudden change of mood from bubbly and cheerful to calm and icy had been frightening to see, this was even more so; the stoic, stone-like face of the martial artist who always spoke so properly, who always bowed whenever he spoke to someone...

His brow furrowed, and eyes blazing, Dai Xin's maniacal grin almost made it seem that he had fangs instead of teeth. 

It was getting late, and the rays of the setting sun fell across the clearing. It tinted the translucent white fog of Dai Xin's Qi like blood and flame, as it crackled and surged around him.

"Decide whether you'll fight me together or one at a time. Then come at me with everything you have." he demanded, taking up his fighting stance once more.