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 Posted: Sat Jan 23, 2010 10:46 am
Judge: "Begin when ready."
[Describe arena aspects in each of the combatant's first post. That will determine the area in which both fight.]
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Posted: Thu Feb 04, 2010 11:56 am
[[terribly sorry for my absence, the weather out here is getting crazy. We've been snowed/iced in for a week, it just cleared up, and now there's talk of an even bigger storm coming in a day or two. I just can't catch a break these days...]]
The arena stood empty, a once-grand colloseum that was clearly in an advanced state of disrepair. Masamune had chosen the location for its solitude, in the knowledge that most of his previous battles had caused massive damage to the environment, and he wasn't expecting this one to be much different. He was looking forward to this short reprieve from his recent life as the leader of a bizarre religious cult. One could only take so much prattle and pomp before losing it, and Masamune had a shorter fuse than most. He was beginning to regret ever having heard the name Djinn.
The air in the arena filled with smoke, wafting in from an unknown source, alarmingly moving against the wind. The smoke cloud hovered over a spot, then began to rotate, churning and condensing, first into a pillar, then a human form. In the space of about five seconds, the arena was no longer empty. A man of about twenty years, clad in black and ashen grey, stood in place of the smoke cloud. Immediately upon arriving, he began an inspection of his person, taking inventory of the weapons and contents of his pockets. Once he had apparently satisfied himself that all was in order, he sat himself cross-legged in a clump of weeds next to a crumbling pillar to wait for his opponent.
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Masamune Syaoran Vice Captain
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