Across the expanse of this technological wonderland a sudden piercing flash of light would manifest. Having made it this far in the competition she should without a doubt be aware of what this phenomenon meant. Her opponent was here. Once again she would be face to face with another being who lived and breathed this violent lifestyle that could reap the greatest of rewards or be the cause for even greater sorrow. Yet again she'd have to test her mettle against a warrior who's sight were set on nothing but the grand prize, the small fortune that would come from conquering this tournament. The delight that resonated through your every fiber, down to the atom of every cell. It was a sensation that came with facing an equal opponent on the grandest of stages The demon wanted that, and he wouldn't let this women stop him from reaching that chateau. Nothing would.
Even so, as much as the demon desired a true test of skill, it seemed he wanted a nice chicken leg even more at the moment. His lengthened incisors tore the fried flesh of what was once likely a happy clucking chicken to pieces. The dark skinned male was enthralled by the meal, bits of juicy poultry escaping between his teeth as he loudly chomped away. Not even the slightest hint of proper table etiquette evident. In fact he seemed so taken by the fried delicacy, he hadn't taken notice of the change of scenery. To be honest, the women shrouded in arctic mist had yet to be accounted for. It wasn't until the demon felt the strain on his spiritual energy that he would snap his attention away from what was now nothing but bare bone. The hand that contained the snack swung downwards and to the side, releasing the bones it pierced the ground just before him. It was then that his crimson gaze would fixate on the female across from him, that toothy smile of his spread from ear to ear. He hadn't spoken much to his past foes. The previous one hadn't been allowed to hear a single word uttered from the demon. The one before that had only heard the demons enthusiastic call for combat. He wasn't quite sure what it was, but something spurred the demon to be a bit more formal in his introduction this time around
"So you're to be my opponent for this round, huh?" He almost sounded unimpressed. "The names Tankie Sakoya, promise me you'll make this a good one."
He spoke in that rough and rumbling voice of his. He'd taken a few seconds to get accustomed to the atmosphere, his previous concern becoming more apparent. His spiritual prowess was being hampered, was it this environment or was it this girl? He was studying her face, and she seemed a bit worried. Was it his appearing that had caused such a reaction? The demon would surely find amusement in that. It was entirely more likely however, her worries were caused by the same nuisance affecting him. The demon didn't know what it was about this place, but there was something robbing them of their powers. Physically though, he could feel it, he was still in tip-top shape. During that brief period he had done more than study her facial expressions, and those wrinkles of concern. She seemed petite garbed in rather unusual clothing for that of a warrior. A skirt and a blouse of sorts. Physically imposing, she did not look. Appearances could be misleading of course, but the demon doubted the woman could stand toe-to-toe with him should he decide to turn this into a battle of clashing limbs. And with their magical vitality being zapped right out of them, that would surely be his best advantage. His mouth would open to speak again, hopefully before she would have time to respond to his previous statement
"Don't even bother telling me your name, if you're still standing by the end of this, I'll get it then." For the fourth time, in nearly a year, the nodachi blade at his back was pulled from its scabbard. That overly ornate hilt gripped securely in his right hand, allowing the length of the blade to rest upon his shoulders. His left arm would extend forward, the corresponding hand making a motion that beckoned the female come to forward. He wanted the first move to be hers. "Now come at me, let's see what you got!" He spoke with the commanding tone of an earthen army drill sergeant. And so it seemed the demon wouldn't be making the first move as he had in his previous bouts. Though completely up to the task should his foe find herself incapable of completing the order.
