No Time

Ryu didn't seem to react much to his slice across Falling Snow's body, his gaze calm and unperturbed. 

Falling Snow fell to a knee, hacking up mouthfuls of blood, the howling winds of his breath strong enough to cause space to shudder. 

That was another large difference between the two. Even without the injury, Falling Snow's skin was a bright red, his chest heaving and sweat matted on his body as his limbs trembled from the strain. 

Comparatively speaking, Ryu just stood there silently. His heartbeat was so slow that his chest couldn't even be seen moving. It was only every few minutes that his heart might echo with a beat that caused space to shudder. 

It was like he hadn't even been in a battle at all, the cadence of his breathing too even. 

His body looked spry. Though his robes were torn asunder, it didn't do much to detract from his momentum in the slightest. There didn't even seem to be the slightest wound on his body either.