[ Mukuro leaps back, letting Hibari plough into the space he'd been standing in moment ago. His jump propels him towards a tree, whose thick trunk he uses as a board to push himself back towards the Cloud, trident gripped in both hands, tines slanted downward as he falls upon the other man. The tree he pushed off against sways slightly, but remains firmly rooted to the ground. Unlike that poor, fragile branch the skylark snapped. ]
THERE IS A LIFE ABOUT TO STOP WHEN TOMORROW COMES!