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A young figure began walking around that of the arena. His eyes merely wincing at the sight of fighters engaging in combat. It's been a while since he actually fought someone for the fact he was still learning, training by his lonesome untill the day in which he really had use his skills to defend himself. Hopefully he will get done before the next round of his portion of the tournament started. It seemed as though the boy had changed from before. The way he acts was a bit different, before he had a slightly cocky attitude and yet he presented himself in a serious manner. As if his mind was concentrating on something far more important that what went on before him. The boy's physical appearance was a bit like how it was before. A slight growth had occured in his absence, as well as gained a bit of muscle. One can see this due to the fact that he was wearing a white vest. He was also wearing simple black pants which were covered a bit by the vest he wore. His eyes were no longer masked but still hidden by the mist that emitted from it. A very thin aura would wrap itself around the boy's frame, as he watched quietly in the shadows of the Arena.

I have no idea what that meant, but this guy's all right... Trei actually manages a grin at the fact that his companion has just said a complete round of nothing while making it sound like something incredibly deep. Philosophy for the win.

"Heh... I'll take the unique thing as a compliment. And right about now, a bit of normalcy would be much appreciated... but how would you recommend I go about it?"

((He is so totally not what I expected. XD))

Standing amongst the stadium seating is a man known to some as The Azure Phoenix, a shadow cast over the seating below him by his unfurled wings. In this shadow is a phantasm, a visible interpretation of the soul in the form of a pulsating crimson light sufused with specks of emerald. The vague outline of a man was created by the light this simple orb gave off, a form that nearly matched that of Torment save for dress and hues of color about his hair.

((No worries, Trei may not know, but "kitty" certainly does.))

The bobcat claps his hands together.

"Excellent! I already have what I needed, so you should start to feel less strangeness any moment now."

If Trei could wrap his head around that one, he may become curious of it. How this creature could have taken something that sounded so important without him noticing it... but that was besides the point, as when the man's hands come apart they bring a long sword with them. The blade is simply made, with no fancy adornments or special features. Although, in its simplicity, even a layman could tell it was the work of a master.

"Have at ye!"

With another step, the bobcat is behind Trei and the blade is whistling down in a shining arc at his left shoulder.

Offtopic and offcentered, Snow came to the Arena today not for some simple spars, but more or less for a self-training excercise. With the lack of sparrers for these past few weeks -- months, perhaps -- his skills has nonetheless been diminishing in power as well as tactics. Therefore, some training must be done in order to keep his blade refined and deadly for the next upcoming matches.

While some battles were occuring not far from where he stood, Snow was quite busy in arranging his weaponry to account for the training he is about to do;

With recent experiences of opponents achieving near impossible speeds by arcane methods, Snow has to find a way to create and develop a new type of attack that is able to catch these fast movers, especially when he himself cannot move that fast at all, his figure and abilities in a more humane rank.

The past experience with Vercellius has taught him that, and he had switched his entire cloak to contain a massive arsenal of needles at his disposal if such events occur again. With his experiences against those who had weapons which gave them high offensive and defensive capabilities, Snow had to strengthen the durability, flexibility and the density of his katana blades, mostly because as he realized the problem of them shattering in one battle, and in fact suffering from a wound by his own shattered blade before.

And now, for the main meal.

In the event that the opponent prefers to fight it melee style, no powers involved, Snow unsheathed both his katanas into the open, the right held into an aim towards an imaginary opponent in front of him, while the left was held more like a dagger, aimed at the sides with the lethal edge aimed behind his frame. Slowly he shifted his stance so that his right leg is out first, the left holding most of his weight to allow him quick mobility during a fight.

A moment of silence passed, and Snow sprang quickly to the left and swiped out with his left blade instead, then using the momentum to pivot his body around in a twirl as he lashed out with the right, beginning a small series of consecutive, but simple strikes that seemed dull, but are quite lethal upon closer examination. A simple parry, a simple shift, and a few more swings and roundhouse kicks as Snow first practices with the sense of fighting without powers....

Instead of what any fighter would normally expect, the bobcat doesn't dodge away from the kick. Instead, he seems to wrap his body around the kick as he over-extends himself towards the other fighter. Even more surprising, Trei would feel the slap of wrapped metal into his hands.

Then Jans is gone, teleporting away from Trei without fanfare, warning, or any other noticiable sign. It was a... perfect movement. And most definately some kind of teleportation, one moment he was there, gone the next. Though for a moment... his smile lingers.

Instead of where he had been, the other man stands a few yards away from Trei. In his right hand is a long dagger, in his left is a short spear of sorts. The grip is near the head of spear, a sixteen inch length of double edged metal. Slightly thinner at the base, curving wider for the first few inches before narrowing to a point for the rest. The haft of the spear is rested against the back of his lower arm, ending a little ways beyond his elbow.

In Trei's hands... a pair Tachi. Similar to the long blade the bobcat had been holding earlier, it was simply adorned but exquisitely crafted. In fact... in the hands of another man, that fact was even more profound. The balance was dead on to Trei's every physical aspect. If the weapon had been specifically made for the other man by a master weaponsmith who had had months to study his every trait... it couldn't have been made any better. Each seemed to hum as it sat in Trei's hand and the edge rested in the air, and they seemed to weigh much less than they should.

"Those are yours, even if you do not succeed. Treat them well, each will be a reliable partner despite the fact that they are not mystical in nature."

"They have no names, for they have no being. As of yet each is simply a weapon, it would take mine, yours, or someone else's time and effort to hone them into a manifestation of self in addition to the manifestation of creation that they already are."

He flaps the hand holding the long dagger, which is oddly the left at this moment.

"But, that is all speculation that I made up not moments ago. No, they have no names. Feel free to name them."

He lowers his right arm, and raises the left to bring the spear into a defensive position.

Yes, he did just switch weapons in hands for a moment without a second thought.

"Take all the time you like to get used to things, you should be feeling noticibly more like you want to by now. Whenever you are ready, as am I."

His long ringed tail flicks back and forth in merriment.