Leviathan Stadium ((Read first post!))

[Ryugi Kazamaru]

Saint Clash

The rugged five-foot-ten-inch tall, one-hundred-seventy-three-pound strongman nodded.

Regulating his breathing through his nose, and keeping a firm grip on his weapon, he strafed the Silver Dragon to his left.

Golden Dragon, actually, but Clash couldn't have known that, unless the man was referring to Ryugi's first Heaven or Hell Team, Ryugin, which meant Silver Dragon. In any case, as Clash moved to strafe Ryugi, Ryugi's right hand continued to grip the handle of Ragnarok as he strafed to Clash's left, effectively leaving both of them circling one another, Ryugi's left hand and palm pointed towards Clash, fingers bent, elbow slightly bent as well.

After a moment of strafing, Ryugi's left pulsed to life, a fireball being thrown at Clash with terrible speed, closing the distance between the two fighters in an instant, and aimed directly for Clash's torso.

[xClashx]

As Ryugi's left hand lit up, Clash shifted direction, stepped to the side on his left leg and rotated his body one hundred eighty degrees away from the fireball. The attack surged past him, grazed the flaps of his jacket, incinerated what it touched.

Oblivious to the flame burning a hole in his shirt, he circled backward but still around Ryugi, positioning himself so that as the two drew closer, the Golden Dragon would find himself staring down the blade of the gladius.

[Eternal Dirge]

" Good start."

No fight in the stadium went on without some kind of audience to look down on the combatants and judge them accordingly, from veterans of the battle field of rookies still too young to lift their first training blades. This had been the heart of Gaian combat after all, where new and old blood flowed freely and where some came to get their second wind again, peoples of all different worlds and universes gathering here. As it was, the commenter wasn't quite certain where he himself fell into those roles of old and new just yet, but he knew a good fight in the making when he saw it. Damion leaned forward against the railing that seperated the fighters from the stands and bystanders that surrounded them to get a better view of the proceedings.

As per usual when he came into any primarily human run city or township he was dressed in casual clothing, long green gym shorts and a green jersey trimmed with black around the arms and neck with a serpent design done where a number should be. The hydra wasn't here to fight after all but just to enjoy the company of a peoples he no longer felt all that attached to and infact often thought of as prey creatures. Dangling from his hair and slowly creating webs between his body and the metal rails were tiny white spiders, some no bigger than silver dollars but most about the size of quarters, that had begun to spread out around the battlefield and provide the elemental with a 360 degree view of the fight.

" Kick his a** Ryugi."

Of course he knew Ryugi but this other man was a simple mystery to him. He didn't fear for his friend at all, confident in the dragons abilities despite the unknown factor that Clash produced. Vaguely he felt the heat from the sudden fireball brought on a current of air to be followed by a cooling of the skin as the slight tempature spike faded.