Eden's bleeding lips smiled once again. But now it was his turn.

He sprinted across the arena, and strange as it was, actually ran up Aeons body, planting his foot firmly in his abdomen, stomach, chest, throat, and one lest one in his face. Yet it didn't end there, because Eden suddenly shot downwards, catching one booted foot in Aeon's throat and the other on his chest and slammed Aeon into the concrete; dust billowing into a cloud so thick that it almost hid Eden, straddling Aeon, his fists beating the little flesh that wasn't already torn. After many hits Eden flipped forward off of him, landing on his feet, and without looking back stepped as hard as he could directly on Aeon's face, not even bothering to turn his head to see.