From his spot a tthe height of the large broken building, Kai looked down upon the contest of ones might that appeared to be taking place. He felt not the need to join in though, quite sufficient with the veiw he was getting. His hand though, all the while kept a steady grip on the simple, short, double edged sword that lay flat-bladed at the side of his kneeling position. Though he did not plan to join in amongst the blood shed Kai was not a fool. To be near a battle unready and unprepared was to write ones own death sentece, and he had no intentions of dying on this day.

Squinting his eyes to try and get a better look at the fight the man raised his free hand over his head, and muttered a few words and a sphere of flames engulfed his hand. Lighting up the surounding area in a show of brilliant orange, red, and yellow, revealing a disfigured man to any who might be looking. The number of scars that ran across his face and hands were countless and spiderwebbed the surface of his skin. One might call his eyes gray, but in reality they were just the faded blue of a man who has seen much more of the world than he might have wanted. His brown unruly mop of hair sat sunfaded ontop of his head and was unmoving, but this was all that could be seen of the man, as the rest of him was covered by a long brown cloak.