Welcome to Gaia! ::

Two rounds down, a bunch more to go. The angel was now warmed up for what would surely be tougher, more drawn out fights. Though he was focused earlier on, he had to be even more focused now, hoping to prove that he was not just a new pushover to the realm of Gaia.

Instead of his traditional descending flight into the arena, he opted to make a less graceful approach by taking an arena gate. His sandals created a distinctive sound as they were lifted up every step. Upon revealing himself in the light, his tan face and blue glistening as the invisible rays of sunlight beat down upon his body. The tiny barn owl perched upon his shoulder would blink once or twice before proceeding to clean its feathers. At his side, one of his bolt spears would be sheathed, ready to be pulled out at any time.