Grim and uptight, Vos entered the battleground, staying alert and starting to carefully take in his surroundings the second he arrived. His performance had to be perfect in every single detail, the fight being watched by his mentors: as a promising student, Vos was sent to this tournament to give his skill a final test, before he were assigned a higher rank - one with more privileges and better opportunities. If he built himself a good reputation now, passing the test with superb results, it would definitely help in the long run.

The island upon which he arrived looked fairly small, with a few patches of trees here and there, a river and some stone pillars in its center. Disappointed that it weren't a cityscape, in which he would fare somewhat better, Vos made sure there was no immediate danger, and upon doing so, began searching for whoever he was to fight. His opponent didn't seem to be hiding, so Vos spotted her fairly quickly. With a sigh of relief, the mageblade loosened up his posture and approached Alexis, drawing his sword with the right and plucking a dagger off his belt with the left hand. It seemed that he wouldn't have to deal with any sort of ambushes this round, which meant he could stay in control of the situation for now and avoid a sloppy start to their fight.


Stepping closer, he let a snide glint skip through his eyes as he took note of Alexis' light clothing, which made her whole body a target ripe for slashing. Vos himself had decided on something a bit more protective: a pair of thick denim jeans, sneakers and a leather coat worn over a grey hoodie. However, it probably wouldn't matter as much, his muscle being far tougher than that - and for what he knew, the woman could just as resilient. With a slight nod, Vos greeted her, and finding that there was no need for words, assumed his fighting stance, left foot leading, the dagger, in an icepick grip, brought up to the chest, and sword at hip level. With about 10 feet between them, he felt at ease.