Location: Grass shard field.
There were many thoughts that Sinore had going through his mind when he looked upon the desert area that seemed to be hit with some sort of natural disaster. It might be the work of a tornado or even some kind of wind-related event. As he did look around, it really wasn't much to look at. A simple desert that probably was set ablaze in the past, but has been crystallized. In any case, Sinore just yawns at the fact that someone would have actually worked so hard to bring him to such a place.
"Man this is so fucking boring." Sinore's distaste in the object of the fight he knew that Moru had to choose. It's true these two go way back into their teens. Despite what Sinore's physical age gives away, he and Moru go way, way back. A few years back, they had a little argument that led into a huge fight, and almost having them kill each other, but Sinore managed to get the upper-hand, which led Moru to claim a rematch one day. It seems that day has finally arrived. Sinore's disappointed that the big fight had to be set in this boring-ass place.
"Moru, you stupid son of a bitch, get your ass out here. I know you here!"