A dragon rider versus a dragoon. It's almost poetic how similar they are in many regards. Both men have lost much, and struggled to regain some semblance of what they once had. Both are tried and tested veterans who remain unbroken by all they've seen and done. But only one can win this fight, so it is with the utmost professional respect that Kain will be sending Futch crawling back to the locker room like the suikoscrub he is. Without his precious dragon Futch is groundbound, having no way of chasing Kain into the air as he jumps again and again, raining furious blows on his opponent's head while evading the dragon rider's desperate attempts to land attacks of his own.
