Suzaku looked on from behind the one standing in the street ((ooc I assume you're standing in a street...)), his figure concealed by the corner of one of the massive structures. A solid metal blade, fashioned as a katana, hung in a sheath at his side, a black belt supporting it on khaki pants. His white overshirt billowed around his slim frame in a gentle breeze, showing the black muscle shirt he wore beneath. Brown eyes looked on, silently studying his opponent.

However, this kind of silent observing appealed not to Suzaku, who was much more of an action guy. A smirk lit up his face as he thought of a rather amusing way to get the other man's attention. He looked at the building next to him and, sure enough, saw that much of it was now a steel skeleton. He placed his outstretched right hand against the metal framework, and unleashed a surge of electricity. The entire structure became alight with sparks after a few seconds, and Suzaku walked around the corner, his hand still connected and unleashing it's energy, and waited to see his foe's reaction.

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~Another moment, another thought.
Another breath that was sought.
But more of this pain was bought.
Final moments, no way to see.
Final seconds hold no meaning.
Words collapse in failing beauty.~