"Hmm."
The sight of a large structure off on a shimmering horizon caught his attention as he pulled to a halt on his motorcycle at the edge of a steep incline. The sky was fairly hazy from a recent rain, but that surely didn't stop it from being quite hot in this area.
He didn't have to pull the map out of one of the breast pockets of his vest, either. Outskirts of Barton, small forest, straight to the center. All of these landmarks he was to be looking for were very big and noticeable themselves, so it shouldn't be difficult at all to find his way.
"Guess I better get going. I'm probably already late for my match...heh."
He pushed his goggles down over his eyes and cranked on the throttle, revving the engine as he shifted out of neutral and lurched forward, bearing a hard right as the vehicle spilled over the edge of the cliff and the dusty descent into the world below began.
* * *
Senji could be found leaning against the eastern wall of the arena, flies buzzing about above his head, sometimes landing on the spiky tips of his light brown hair, which was brushed back away from his face and ears to provide efficiency in sighting and hearing.
An elbow was propped up on his right knee, exposed through a hole in his slim-fitting jeans, as he relaxed and even tried to get some shut-eye before his fight started. He was in the small patch of shade still clinging to the wall, but there was little respite in this pit from the high noon sun.
Faintly crunching sand alerted him of the presence of someone else, and he casually looked up to see a very lanky individual with a blank face. Normally, that kind of appearance might be comical to someone...but it kind of gave him the creeps. "Guess it's time, then," he said, getting to his feet as he dusted his back-side off. He slowly walked forward into the sun, a calm expression on his face as balled fists swayed side to side. Senji was a young man with an agile and rangy frame, standing at about five-ten.
A cool gust of wind blew through these flats, ruffling the tail of the brown vest situated over the white shirt beneath it, which had two buttons at the top that were both undone to provide him breathing room. The only visible weapons on his form were the hilt of a knife protruding from the inner-side of his left boot, which his pantlegs were tucked into, and the strange pistol stuffed through the right side of his belt. One would think it to be some piece of advanced technology by the elongated barrel and intricate design, but it retained a rustic look that almost blatantly stated otherwise. A glinting bracer was around his right wrist, and his left vest pocket seemed a little stiff when he moved.
He stopped at the center, his big, bright, green eyes looking across the way to his opponent as he sheltered himself from the sun with his left hand.
"Arrogance", huh? This ought to be interesting. 
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