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Kong stepped out first of both teams, sword already drawn and placed against his shoulder. The wild looking warrior was donned in shattered and broken Chinese armor, and a tattered red cloak. His hair was back length and dirty, caked in blood and grime, hiding most of his facial features in its matted filth. He looked to the demons around the crowd and smirked, as he was 100% human he was greeted mostly with boos and other such fancies.

Kong walked to the edge of the arena, he didn't care if he was first or last to fight, it didn't really matter. Either way he was going to shed some blood for Khorne, win or lose he'd be sure to spray as much of it into the air as he could. The 6'4 blonde warrior placed his right bare foot onto the edge of the arena and leaned his body forward, his right elbow leaning against his right knee and his sword sliding some to accommodate the position.

Now was the time to calmly wait for the other team, and to let his Leader decided who fought first, or what the terms were.

Crow's entrance to the arena was marked by a very noticeable increase in muttering by the crowd and a fresh round of Boos for a 'Human' contender's presence in the rankings. As was his style, he was dressed impeccably in his finely pressed, straightened and clean suit and jacket, dress shoes barely making a sound even on the passage stone into the arena. He barely lifted his head to the crowd and instead simply moved to the side of the entrance, barely hearing the whispers of the crowd as his frail looking figure assumed something of a statue-still pose, red eyes closing and showing plainly to those with a clear view the odd rune burnt into the right side of his face and eyelid. After a while of the fact he barely even seemed to -breathe-, the crowd returned the majority of their gazes to the other entrance and at that point, Crow opened his eyes to stare at the other team's present members.

How surprising that -he- should be the first one to arrive for Eversor Lupus. He'd expected his other teammates here first, but then he doubted anyone was as excited as he was. Crow's body felt like it was weighed with sand and even his blood felt choked inside his veins, so long had it been that -anything- had gotten him motivated. Talon's distinctive linen-wrapped form was hanging from the back of his waist and the twins blades of his lineage were quietly tucked inside his coat, ready for the battle even if Crow knew he was far too rusty to use them properly. He hadn't even taken the time to brush up on his sword techniques or practice his rune casting, so thrilling was the pleasurable restraint of the rust upon him...

The grin that Crow sprouted was positively mad.

"...All praise to Diagoule."

The conclusion the private prayer of the faithful. The devotion of his children will grant them the strength to overcome whatever obstacle they may face in the troubled world. As his chosen lambs, they are destined to triumph at the gates of his paradise. Claire's right hand moved away from her chest and to her side, her head slowly lifting up with the rest of her body from a single knee. Finally the day had come. After a long period of anticipation, she could finally experience the various characters that had been floating about, the personalities that piqued her interests. A test of might, a show of valor, this was something she wanted greatly. Well rested, determined, and focus, Claire would begin to march towards the open arena at the echoing call of a young, passionate voice.

Her eyes set forward on the platform, her sharp eyes could already see the bunch of both teams awaiting the battle to begin. Walking through the Eastern gate light bathed the marvelous craftsmanship that covered her superior body. The tall Elvaan did not notice the hiss of the riled crowd, only the occasional crackle of thunder could penetrate through the thought. Her eyes sized up the opposing team, most of the men not much bigger than herself. It seemed at least from first glance that a few of them were actually quite small compared to the optimal athletic build. Though let that not be a mistake to consider them brittle and frail, in her experience the physical appearance rarely did justice to the will of an individual.

Her confident stride halted next to the fearsome Crow. It was no surprise he would be the first of Eversor Lupus to be in the arena. He seemed to be the most excited out of the group, an appetite for blood, and not short of insane. If anyone could match her desire for this tournament to begin then it would be him. His enthusiasm would be well applied in battle. Her eyes continued to try and read the men who stood before her. A motley crew, each character was so distinguished it would be hard to imagine them as a team. One appeared to be a product of war, with such an intense craving for destruction that he had lost the desire to keep a clean appearance. This one would be for Crow to handle, it should be the perfect match. The other two, a mere boy smaller than herself, someone with such a flamboyant look would be bold enough to call themselves a captain. The other, he looked rather easy-going.

Kiet had yet to show himself, but this did not pose a concern to Claire. She could figure that he may not be too keen to the idea of punctuality, but she knew that he would not let her down. He would soon come to the arena fully ready for battle, there was no room for doubt to hinder performance. Confident in that Claire stepped forward to the opposing team, there was no reason to keep the people waiting any longer. In a calm, powerful yet controlled voice, Claire would address them all,

"Good day gentleman. I suppose you are prepared to propose terms of conflict?"

MP: 1000/1000

hup hup hup

Keit bounded down the hall way towards the entrance to the stadium. He was dressed in a worn red Karate gi, with the arms torn off, and a red and white baseball cap. His long blonde ponytail trailed behind him as he sprinted.

Emerging out into the open he gazed around, spotting alot of people standing around, and the woman he had met the other day talking to them. "Oh good, I'm not late" he thought to himself, catching his breath and strolling over to the group.

"Those rules are fine. I would imagine you do not have a problem with match set ups of.."

Claire pointed to Adam, "Kiet and you," and then to Kong, "Crow and him,", and then to Eric, "Him and I."

MP: 1000/1000

"That sounds good to me." Said a gentle voice from behind the winged male. It belonged to the fourth member of Team Angleglory, Relius Tiolin. And he was late, very very late to the party. "My apologies, everyone. I was..." The male paused for a moment, as he ran various excuses through his mind for he didn't want to say that he slept in longer then he said he would, despite the others attempting to wake him up. Looking for my spell book? Deciding what robes to wear?...Wait, I brought all gray, that makes no sense....Oh wait, I've got it! he thought, as he looked over at the foxgirl announcer.

"...Trying to find appropriate flowers for that lovely lady over there." He remarked with a soft chuckle, as he ran his fingers through his blue hair. Clearing his throat, he continued, "..Regardless...it seems as though I'll be sitting this one out, I'll be cheering you all on!"

Crow wasn't the particularly cheering on type, nor was he entirely sure how to go about that even if he had been inclined. But Claire had been good to him as a leader and he couldn't remember the last person who'd been able to put up with his temperament without trying to strangle him...So he broke away from the place he had been residing as a statue and the grin faded to a more appropriate smile as he took Claire's side and reached up, eventually resting his arm on her shoulder and leaning against her, somewhat casually. "Do try not to hurt him too badly, Claire. We don't want you to scare everyone..." and he grinned at her, pulling back a bit as he moved back towards his spot. He didn't know who would exactly be going first, but he hoped he was going soon...

Kong's manner, Kong's attire and especially the caked gore coating his chosen opponent would have made him Crow's obvious choice if he'd been called on to pick one...He seemed like he'd be an interesting first fight. Back from retirement and obscurity, already he'd found a worthwhile trial to surpass.

Once he reached his corner, he did a tiny spin on the ball of his heel and stopped, facing the arena and it's combatants but more importantly, quite capable of watching the other team's side perfectly. Now was the waiting and the deciding of whom would go first.