"Oh, I do hear that badminton is a rather unique game.." His voice spoke out with a scoff, his body moving to stand and stretch. His hand reached up to grab at the shoulder of his cloak, before he pitched it off to the side.
"The rules are still the same, aye?.." He asked. A more serious tone would push past his lips, as they curled sickly. Seph wasn't here to joke around, he needed the blood from the one that stood before him. Yes, the plans to set in stone, the new weapon to bring to the world.
No one lived...No one lived to stop him from working within the darkness like he had been. Long strands of white ash drifting down into his face, before his fingers moved to his lips. A loud whistle passing, as the bandages crawled from his waistline, before starting to coil around his body, around his right arm, the black bandages started to coil and make their place, making sure the white ones would wrap their deceased touch to his arm.
Usually, within a fight this is where Seph would start his tricks, his trades, everything that would keep someone far away from his body, where he could use more of the more destructive spells he could. With Shadow, it was different. The man wasn't easily tricked by the illusions of his speed, or his antics, of throwing up spells to jump him far away from the opposing force on the field.
This was war..With only two people, even in a friendly little fight.
The stitched scarring grew more and more, as his lips grew into an even smirk, his hand moving down to his waist, to grab onto the hilt of his blade, as it jingled smacking against the back of his legs, the bandages now coiling their way up around his neck and around his lips and noise. The deathly aura flowing from his form, as he lowered his form a little.
"On your go Big brother.." His words slipped out, as he began to dig his feet into the ground beneath him.