He sidestepped again, this time shift to the left. Eli's foot once again caught only air as the one-eyed human blur dodged her.

"Guess not," he mused. In another burst of inhuman speed, Majima was suddenly behind her again - this time, striking back in an unrelenting combination of punches and sweeping kicks. His body moved like a twisted dance, ruled by some unpredictable rhythm only he could hear.

Perhaps it was a trick of the eye, but as he moved, traces of a purple aura could be seen. Battlelust was brimming in his face and his eye, hypnotized by the heat of battle.