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As reaper left, Jay came in. He wanted to get the layout of the tournament correct. Sitting down on a rock, he began to sketch a list of possible tournament conditions. Then he began to draw blueprints for this new arena...which could and would not crumble the next time he fought.

Kurayami slowly steps into the stadium. His golden eyes glow from under the hood in silent thought. Demolished? Or mostly at least. He shook his head. How did they think to have a tournament in such a place. He slowly moved into the arena area, moving like a wraith, his body not bobbing up and down, or shifting around. He breathed without showing it, and knew his surroundings.

Someone near? The presence felt familiar...but he couldn't place it. He stopped as he floated up into the remnants of the arena and set down without another sound. His unheeled boots moving to adjust for him. They were fitted to make sure maximum movement was allowable. Maximum grip, and comfort were also factored in. He wasn't a fool when it came to clothing and fighting.

That's how he had been raised after all, fighting for his life, and survival. He breathed slowly, concentrating and then opened his glowing eyes from the closure they had gotten. He didn't speak even yet, his mind taking everything at that once grand stadium. He then turned slowly, his cloak sweeping around with him as well.

Kurayami had felt, and seen the man long before that man, Kimache. Who hadn't at least heard of him. His eyes turned to look at that man. Instantly Kimache would feel the pull, and the feeling of someone boring into his soul. Kurayami slowly turned to face Kimache. He watched him for a few moments, utter silence floating all about him. In the turning, sweeping, every movement had no sound to it.

He now looked at the sky. "It's foolishness...all of it. Building up to break it down. Elitism. Are you better than me simply because you helped found this clan Kimache? A fight...if you feel the need to try to defeat me to prove yourself then by all means attempt. Be ready though..." He turned his head, the hood fluttering down slowly.

A face so full of beauty, youth, and yet age beyond comprehension looked down at him. His long white hair floating down his back. His golden eyes stared at him, seeming even deadlier now. "I give little quarter, and trust only one...and he's dead. Come at me when you can prepare yourself elitist." His head turned to look back at the sky, his back to the man known as Kimache. His stance unseen under the cloak, but he didn't seem any shorter or anything changed...

Kurayami moved, yet he didn't and was suddenly everywhere. His speed was far beyond comprehension of over 200 years of training. He moved, his hands pushing away the one behind him, his knee seeming to float up into the person's gut. Since he had lunged he wouldn't be able to stop once his hands were out of the way. The two on his sides wouldn't be close enough, and the one above him would have to wait till gravity took hold, which it wasn't.

He had stopped falling, and simply stayed in the air, unmoving, unturning, just stuck in the air horizontal, only his arms, head, and legs mobile. The attack wasn't slow, but not deadly. It seemed to float, but was more powerful than the Iron Palm of the Shaolin Monks. The man would be hit back, then Kurayami would move after him. His feet pushing the dirt beneath him away, yet the cloak didn't move from his body. The silence surrounding him despite the movement and attacks were still deafening.

His weapons still unseen were deadly, instead of attacking the person on the ground he leapt up over him, too far to be grabbed, and landed, skidding, his cloak flying up as his hand planted to turn him around. He stopped, his left leg extended out to the left and right curled up under him. "Elitist...You fight and attack me with a coinfidence you shouldn't have. I haven't taken you on fully because I don't know your potential, should you assume that because you are four that you have power over me?

"Fool...a great fool..." He didn't move from that place, and suddenly the doppelganger floating in the air dropped to the ground, falling down firmly into the ground right there. Unless he was ready after that wait he would land flat on the ground. Kurayami would stare out at the four and wait in silence again.

His first mistake was lunging in. He noticed the mans unmatched speed and finesse as he easily dodged the strike and then pushed his hands away which lead to the first hit, a knee to the gut. Feeling this knee sink deeply into his stomach, Jay let out a weak gasp as he was soon sent back to square one.

He never took his eye on his opponent however, and watched him as he lept up into the air and landed gracefully behind him. Jay clutched his stomach as he came to a skidding hault, turning to the side to allow his doppleganger to land without crushing him. Then he arose and spat at Kurayami, giving a small smirk and then lining the four up. Strategy was over, perhaps a direct assault would work? He spat again, blood mixed with saliva melting its way down into the ground. This man was a challenge indeed. Far more advanced than any of the fighters he had faced so far...strength and speed. Not good. Usually it was Jay's blinding speed that gave him an edge over opponents, but he had met someone faster. Jay took a deep breath, focusing mana into his hands and ordering his dopplegangers to do the same. He took a more defensive stance, leaning back on his right foot and putting the heel of his left foot upwards a tad, then raised his hands to that they were pointing towards his opponent.

Jay took a deep breath once more. He needed to focus. It would take all he had to overcome this opponent.

Darksun continued staying in the shadows ready for anything. Once in a while casting his pure white eyes to the sky above to see his mistress circling above the stadium. Then went back to paying attention to the fight before him.

Reaper sighed and decided to fly downwards slowly. So as to distract anyone from what they were doing. Softly she landed on one of the slightly remaining walls. The claws of her gauntlets gripping the wall tightly. Wings folding in behind her ready to take off if anything should happen.

Kurayami didn't move, at least to the mortal eye, or many other eyes in fact. His speed moved fast enough to dodge every blade. They all seemed to go through the primary aftershadow of him though. He returned to it once they left. All three seeming to slide through his body, but not damaging him. He continued to stay where he was, but if looked at the ground, it could be seen that the ground had shifted. He had moved, moved faster than the wind blades and than sight.

He had left a mark but shown nothing. Either this man was a god, or had secrets that few would ever be able to understand. His golden eyes stared at the man. "I hope...that isn't your best..." He moved, aftershadows blending together as he rose to a straight stand, his weapons unseen. His feet spread apart slightly, probably about shoulderwidth. He breathed slowly, unseen by the cloak, he stared at him for a while. "Alright...playtime is over elitist..."

Slowly his hand reached up to his cloak and pulled it off. A shape could still be seen in the shoulders. He tossed it to the side, it landed...inserting itself about half a foot into the ground. His eyes looked at Kimache. "Can you move fast young one? I won't kill you, but will teach you a lesson I had to learn over many years. A lesson of humilty. You may have powers beyond normal comprehension, but that means nothing at the end of it all Kimache...you shall learn, and I shall be the one to teach you Kimache, I apoligize for any pain you could suffer.

"Also, if you don't remove your dopplegangers I will hold less mercy for you. If you are truly strong you won't need tricks. You may have them but they should be for use against those you don't need to waste your time on in the first place...don't dissapoint me Kimache..." He slowly slid his right leg to the right, his side now toward the man in front of him. He watched for a while and then turned his head. "You need to learn to appreciate the special things in like Kimache. Silence has much to teach, but I doubt you hear much if any of what it wants to tell you..." He kept his vision away from him and toward the sky.