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It was yet another peaceful day in Twilight Town's quaint district, Sunset Terrace. Kids were playing about in the streets and those with more pressing matters attended to them. A few women were standing next to a rather large fountain, conversating loudly amongst themselves. Apparently there were some newcomers in town and they were making a fuss. Whatever the situation was it had them in a fluster. So much so that they did not notice the off-putting individual sitting along the fountain's rim.

The individual was an average heighted being who sat with his arms folded across his chest, legs crossed, and head down. Although he had a hood on which hid his face, one could still see his dusty white spiky hair fluttering along with passing breeze. He would remain silent there, as apparently his attire and disposition had not warranted him any attention. And he seemed fine with that.

The individual suddenly felt something hit his leg. He drifted his eyes towards a small red ball. Reaching down and picking it up, the strange man examined the object. It was then that his ears caught a weak sniffle, a sensation that caused them to twitch. Looking up he would see a rather stocky kid just 2 or so feet away from him. The kid held out his left hand, while clutching a string tied to a red balloon with his right hand. He would just stand there with a displeased face, not saying a word.

The man could only assume he wanted his ball back. A small smile shot across his face. "So you wish this returned to you," the man inquired as tucked the ball under his left arm and reached in his jacket with his right hand to pull out a single playing card. It was the King of Clubs. "You know...," the man started, fiddling with the card in his hand, "...you have too much stuff. I mean a balloon and a ball? How could you possibly play with both? Plus you're kinda fat too. But I tell you what..." He let the ball drop from his grasp and kicked it to the boy. "I'll help you with that problem of yours." Suddenly the man shot the card from his hand and popped the kid's balloon. Completely ignoring the fact that the ball had been returned, the stocky kid began crying loudly.

"Hmph, let that be a lesson ya," the man, who we will from now on refer to as Yang, scoffed. He stood up and walked away from the kid. Yang ignored the shouts of the women who had raced the childs comfort. He would continue away from the scene and stop at the intersection of the marketplace. It was not terribly busy today so Yang simply found himself a bench to sit down on. "This town...I don't like it here," he muttered. Thing's were stagnant at the moment for the so called Leader of the Dark Keybearers. His plans still had yet to form and he was finding himself impatient of the whole thing. He was especially impatient of the group of warriors he had under his control. He had not seen one for a few days and they were instructed to regroup in Twilight Town. "Where are those idiots anyway?" Yang leaned back in the bench and closed his eyes.

Yang sat up as soon as he felt the presence. He yanwned loudly, drowning out a bit of Vertex's last sentence. Apparently Yang had dozed off on the bench. He was a tad groggy and rubbed his left forearm across his face to dispel it. "Hmph, well that's one idiot that has managed to follow orders. The more capable idiot, but an idiot nonetheless," Yang stated in a rather irratated tone.

He yawned once more and let his eyes drift to Vertex. "Hmph, something I would like for you to do?" A million of the most rude, sarcastic remarks immediately popped into Yang's head. Ultimately he shook them off. "..pfft, too easy." Yang layed back in the bench and twirled his hair about. "Well I guess you could start by telling me where the others are? Then continue by telling me what took you so long? And then finish by getting me some Sea-salt ice cream. And....," He brought the right middle finger and thumb together and snapped, "Go." Yang sat back and watched Vertex with an expression akin to some sort of melancholic god.

Yang's expression changed as his subordinate explained himself. He found that Vertex was always the obdient type, a fact that both pleased and irratated him. On one hand Vertex could normally be counted on to do what he was told but on the other his personality was always a bit dry. Though Yang only needed those who were strong and this Vertex was.

As he was handed the sea salt ice cream he chuckled a little. Raising his right hand, he swatted the ice cream out of Vertex's hand. "You fool, I was obviously kidding about the ice cream. Not too big in the brain's department are we?" Yang got up from the bench, wiping the remainder of the ice cream from his hand on his jacket. "Whatever. I can't get too mad at you seeing as how you're the only fool out of them all to follow simple orders." He stretched a little to further dispel his drowsy mood and walked off in a seemingly random direction.

"In any case," Yang started having expected Vertex to have followed him, "We need to be prepared to leave with or without them. Soon my plans will start to play out and our goal will be achieved." Yang was getting increasingly impatient with the way things were. He needed to blow off a little steam. And what better way to do that than a fight? Having this in mind, he was heading towards the stage Twilight Town normally hosts their "Struggle" tournaments at.

When Yang had reached the Sandlot, he felt a new wave of energy wash over him. While he'd much rather be out fighting his enemies, for now a little sparing match with Vertex would do. Besides, Vertex was not so weak as fall from a few hits nor we inept to not be able to put up a challenge. Yang had always liked to fight his subordinates to see how strong they were.

It seemed as though a few weapons were left lying around. Maybe they were left as practice equipment or perhaps left there for locals to try their hand at it on their own time. Whatever the case, Yang grabbed two of the weapons, one blue stuggle sword, and one blue struggle hammer. He tossed the struggle sword over his shoulder with mild strength, expecting Vertex to catch it. He would then hop into the ring, giving the toy blade a few swings.

"I don't see the joy in this, fighting each other with toy weapons. For a tournament it'd make more sense to your real ones." Yang swung the struggle hammer horizontally with fierce strength. A large gust of wind roared from the whiffed swing, nearly uplifting a few benches. "Hmph, they are pretty sturdy for toys. So I guess if you get hit hard enough you can get knocked down. Intersting." Yang cracked his neck to the left and assumed an end of the ring. He stood with the struggle hammer ambly held at his side. "Alright you, see if you can't entertain me for a few seconds. Try not to embarass yourself either." And with that Yang awaited Vertex's attack.