The intense battle had gone on for too long, neither seemed to back down. Though you were still in good shape, Feitan was not. Feitan had to admit...you were indeed powerful. He was quite impressed with your skill and raw power alone. And the fact you hadn't used your nen yet along with how you already learned all his moves, was baffling to him. He knew you knew what you were doing, but he did too as his expression was still stern and cold. He didn't want to express it, but he was beginning to feel exhausted. A bit out of breath, and weak. You were too good, and he hated the feeling of being helpless. It was all too new to him, a feeling he had never felt before...one you had unlocked for him. But eventually, the fight will come to a halt, as both had somehow found themselves pointing their deadly daggers at each other's throats. [] Feitan: "Give me a good reason why I shouldn't slice that head of yours clean off the neck..." [] He spoke in a cold, raspy tone of voice, panting in between his sentences.