Terrible Luck

A bloody grin spread across Ryu's face as he immediately turned to the left and bolted with his fasted. Speed. When was the last time he had been forced to run away from someone so much more powerful than him? Probably back when he had first stepped onto the Pedestal Plane. But the woman that had left him in such a sorry condition had fallen so far behind him by the time he saw her again that he couldn't' even be bothered to kill her. 

This Pierthorn, though… he wouldn't make him wait for long. He would have his head on a pike soon enough. 

Pierthorn noticed the barrier soon and guessed the same thing Ryu had. When he realized that the latter couldn't run away, his eyes glowed with a fierce light and then he relaxed. He laughed into the skies as though he was a man locked in a cage for years that had suddenly been released. Why wouldn't he relax? What chance did Ryu stand now? Especially since it seemed as though there was simply no one else in this region.