[Heiro]

In a swift gust of wind and cherry-blossom Heiro materialises behind Bakan. Dressed in a long, dark grey robe with the hood thrown back, letting his carelessly maintained foot of black hair whisper around his neck in the last remanents of a breeze. In this moment of elation, he raises a flintlock pistol to the back of Bakans head and pulls the trigger...
... which a small fizzle later and the pistol explodes, firing small shards of metal at Bakans head whilst tearing a large portion of his own arm off.
Looking from one to the other, Heiro curses.

"Sonuva..."

With his good arm, his cradles his injury. At about which time, the physics of the situation hit him. All at once. Gravity and realative changes in volume drop him to one knee and force the breath from his lungs. When once again he could breathe and clamber to his feet:

"All in all, this hasn't been a good day."

Raising his remaining hand, Heiro musters his power and draws the cherry-blossom into one pile, that in seconds explodes into a fine mist. In it's place, a sword of irregular length with a strangely rusty pink sheen. Picking up his blade, Heiro swishes it experimentally, letting out a lovely blossom smell as he does so. Raising the sword and placing his bad arm behind his back, drawing the blood away from the small puddle that had formed during all this botched action. In all, the noticable cold sheen of sweat had begun to appear on Heiros brow, long before he even started a fight.

"En Guarde" He says feebly, aimed at no one in particular...