Welcome to Gaia! ::

The soft tapping of his boots on the ground of the walkway echoed slightly, till the roar of the crowd starts to get clearer and louder. He looks around as he walks out onto the field, surveying the crowd, remembering that he is here to enjoy himself, and to do his best. He walked to the centre of the ring, his face expressionless, his trench coat flareing slightly behind him as he moves and stands in the centre, his hands deep in his pockets, eyes surveying the area again behind his black shades, above the eight whisker like scars on his cheeks.

He casually streched as he waited for his opponent to arrive, makeing his loose red shirt move more tightly against his muscled chest and arms. He layed his hand lightly though unconciously on his katana, moving his feet a little restlessly, thinking up a few moves and stratagys depending on what the person could do. His black gloved hands rested in relaxed fists, one in his coats pocket, the hilt of his katana.

He tilts his head in the direction of his opponet and nods slightly in greeting, for thier next greeting will be in battle against one another. He smiled at the thought nothing like a fight to get the blood pumping.

::After waiting a few moments, the opponent arrives, giving Deity his first chance to look him over from about fifty feet away. As with last time, he's never laid eyes on this person, and yet again he doesn't appear to be more than the average fighter from a first glance. Obviously such a thought means nothing; Malazar, however old he was, looked five times older than Deity and was hardly easy to face. This boy may be no different. Another interesting observation made by the Orinian is the presence of a katana - that could get interesting. Hayahanekon has seen no action thus far, so this could be a treat.

Deity blinks his hidden eyelids a few times, realizing he's lost himself in thought for a moment. Shaking his head free of any distractions, he puts on a soft smile for his opponent and gives a shallow bow to him, hands remaining stuffed in his jeans. With a gentle tone in his voice, the tall boy speaks just loudly enough for his adversary to hear as he lifts his head to stand straight again.::

...good luck.

::Lifting his left leg, Deity shifts his foot forward, turning his body so that his left side faces the boy across the ring from him. Reaching behind him with his right hand, he takes a light hold of the hilt of his weapon, pushing down on it. It in turn rotates clockwise upon a pivot at the back of his belt, Deity holding it still once it's horizontal. He then releases the sword, curling his fingers into a loose fist and folding his forearm behind his waist, just above his sword. Now lifting his face to watch his opponent, he raises his left arm, extending it forward with his bent elbow aimed toward the floor, palm up. His digits together, he points his fingertips toward the boy ahead of him.

Standing quiet for a few moments, Deity neither moves nor makes a sound for perhaps an uncomfortable length of time, seconds ticking by without any motion. He eventually moves, simply dipping his chin down behind his shoulder as though nodding, raising his left knee and thus beginning to fall forward. Waiting until he has fallen to a forty degree angle, his left boot blasts into the ground with surprising force, initiating his advance with a plume of rising dust behind him.

As though weighing a ton, every footstep sends vibrations through the ground as Deity hurtles toward his opponent while remaining low to the ground, closing in on him in less than a half second. Bending his left arm and bringing it over to his opposite shoulder, the tall Orinian reaches the boy with a heavy right step before lifting his upper torso and unleashing his attack. His open left hand whips out in a counter-clockwise path, the middle of his forearm aimed for the target's neck at a slightly upward trajectory. Just as he exhibited speed greater than the normal man, the velocity and power behind his lateral chop could put the normal man to shame with hardly any effort.

A fraction of a second after intended impact, the Mystic Tonepian's left boot crashes heel-first into the stone floor below, digging into it with a heavy thud as though it were as soft as dirt. It brings him to a conveniently abrupt halt; his current level requires the use of makeshift brakes, so to speak.::

::Deity swiftly pulls his right arm from behind his waist, his hand catching the hilt of his weapon as he moves. In a shriek of metal, the unsheathed Hayahanekon clashes against the enemy's blade edge, preventing it from ever reaching its target. Shifting his left foot out of its little hole and pushing himself upright with his other leg, he faces the boy that is now at his right, initiating a second attack. A firearm, interesting. As his attacker fires four times, Deity faces him and kicks into a high leap with his right foot whilst holding his sword horizontally ahead of him, blade turned upside down. His jump sends him far over the trajectory of the rounds at a height of some three meters, a relatively tight arc bringing him right down on top of his opponent should he not move.

He turns the Hayahanekon sword to point the tip down, clasping the bottom of the handle with his left hand. With a heavy slam, Deity crashes to the floor on his left knee and right foot, thrusting the blade into the ground with enough force to flatten a truck like a soda can. The actual attack is aimed for the boy's skull, but the Orinian would like to think his opponent would at least try to dodge the attack.::

::Yanking the durable Hayahanekon blade from the crumbling stone floor underneath, Deity stands to his feet, keeping his sword tip-down in his right hand. He stands calmly prepared as the boy rushes about him, the opponent never once leaving Deity's attention or senses. He feels the incoming attack and grips his weapon tighter to brace himself. He sees the strike come and just ducks, dropping onto his right knee this time as he lets the attack fly overhead.

Twisting his upper torso so that his right arm extends behind him, his left before his chest, the Tonepian clenches his empty hand and lifts up as the second assault comes. His feet roughly a meter apart, Deity's arms snap deftly in the opposite direction of which they were twisted, his upper body spinning counter-clockwise with his sword and his left gauntlet held up at a slight angle, just above his head. The back of his left hand greets any strike toward it, the Hayahanekon likewise deflecting the blows as the Mystic Orinian spins about 180 degrees to his left with another display of inhuman speed.::

::Opting not to waste any time, Deity quickly straightens his posture and kicks off into another sprint with his left leg, crossing the gap at nearly seventy-four miles per hour. Extending his right arm behind him with his sword still held tightly in his grasp, his open left hand hovers before his chest as he runs, leaning forward at a forty degree angle. Ryder would find no time to stand for any number of seconds to watch Deity, the Orinian already upon him within a ninth of one.

The boy rushes by his opponent's right - roughly three and a half feet separating them - and, with a combination of strength and speed, brings his arm around for a deft, low slash of his sword to Ryder's right calf. At the very least, it would trip him. At the most, he would be down one leg. Whatever the result, the dark-haired Tonepian dashes a further ten feet before again digging his left heel into the ground to stop himself, sending pieces of broken stone and sand into the air around and ahead of himself. He seems to recover more quickly this time, hopping out of the ditch with a heavy thud to ready himself.::

::Already with his eyes upon Ryder, Deity focuses on the incoming round as though it were as obvious as a person jogging by him. Lifting his left hand to shield his face, he slides his left leg toward Ryder and to the outside, almost out of the bullets trajectory. Turning his upper torso, he thrusts out the Hayahanekon, using the flat side of the sword like a bat to swipe the round away.

The round going off like a little bomb is surprising, the Orinian shuddering from the impact, which shortens the length of his sword swing. None the less he regains his lost balance and brings his right forearm behind his waist once more, facing his landing opponent. Spreading his feet apart to lower his center of gravity, Deity thrusts his left arm out, fingers curled and palm open. At the same time, a high-pitched hiss emanating from his person, the air distorts around him as he fires a kiai toward Ryder.

Blasting through the air at two hundred and fifty feet per second, the invisible wall of force is roughly ten feet in diameter, strong enough to flip a tank as it grinds through the sand and stone in its wake. The kiai aims to slam Ryder backwards, perhaps crushing him against the wall behind him.::