Day 2 - Recovering

[Corporal Light]

Well, this is taking a little while...

Ballad let out a quiet sigh from his lips underneath his red scarf, his head resting against the bark of the tree. His legs were stretched forward along the branch he was sitting on, his hands sprawled up against his sides. He didn't originally anticipate for the hooded teenager to take as long as he was taking, though with additional thought he understood why. Either he won and is recovering from his injuries, or was lucky enough to have someone to spare him if he lost.

Ballad looked back down towards the empty field below him, letting out another deep breath as he sees nothing new occurring below him. He started tapping his fingers against the brown wood, rocking his feet back and forth as time went on. The tree and the forest itself seemed to be completely silent; not even a single chirp from a passing crow or the speech from a fellow being. It was like everything lifeform in the woods had decided to go to sleep at the exact same time, with the only thing breaking the ice being the occasional rustling of the leaves as the wind blew past. Normally, Ballad enjoyed the silence, as it had a peaceful element to it. However, the silence was an opponent. It was against Ballad, battling him for control over his patience. After a while, Ballad gazed back down towards the bottom of the tree, a look of longing washing over his face before shaking his head and reverting to his normal sitting position.

To keep his mind off things, as well as to forget the possibility that the red-hooded man would never come, he began to plot within the depths of his brain. Thankfully, none of his thoughts ever escaped through his mouth, as all it would really do was give away his position.

I bet that kid, if he won or is perfectly fine, got the messages by now. If so, it'll take a little while for him to get here. Took me a few hours just to get OUT of this place, so getting into it won't be a quick process. So... I have time to think about how to deal with the kid faster and easier...

Searching his mind for clues for his little investigation, he remembered his speed. The kid had dodged the vast majority of his shots, and only when he was focusing did he manage to hit. And he was dodging most of his strikes at close range. He wanted... no, NEEDED a way to attack at a speed that topped the teen's.

But what would work?

Ballad brought his left hand up to his blood-cloth covered chin, stroking it thoughtfully. As he did this, his eyes rolled gently down to his hand, then down towards the inside of his coat sleeve. The coat sleeve was rather large... large enough to fit a pistol.

Another idea popping into his mind, Ballad smiled maniacally behind his scarf. His mind was already working out the details of what he was going to make, making concentration the easiest thing in the world as he held his left palm outwards, a rainbow orb forming in front of him.
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Roughly three minutes later, he had his new weapon. It looked slightly similar to his revolver, though the barrel was a lot larger, and instead of a rotating cylinder, he reloaded it through popping open the barrel and sticking the bullets inside. It was fairly small, which was what Ballad had been hoping for. Now.. he needed to see if it worked.

Ballad slid the single shot pistol into his left coat sleeve, lowering his left arm as he glanced down towards the ground. A weird little conversation played around in his mind. It went something like this:

You talkin' to me?

You talkin' to ME?

There ain't noone else around to talk to..

So you gotta be talkin' to me.

As if to end his spectacular bit of dialogue with a flourish of superiority, he flashed his left arm forward, snapping his single shot pistol into his hand. He glanced down towards his pistol, nodding appreciatively. Sliding the pistol back into his coat sleeve, he suddenly jerked it forward again, recreating his own surprising attack.

"This will work..." he utters, chuckling in a slightly demonic fashion.