The 7.375ft marauder approached the island, hovering just above the waters. It was a temple's ruins with many pillars standing at an ocean's edge that they approached. At his natural height, the pillars would be twice the length of his upright form, and thus they were quite large for man-made structures. One section was more detailed, as if it was once a fighter's pit, and directly adjacent to it, there was a set of marble steps leading to a crumbling throne. The being stepped upon the shore, totally masked from the environment by a substance that did not carry an energy signature, swirling about their exterior combined with the physical mass of their natural height. It was for the moment passive in effect. The winds picked up over time, causing the waves to crash against the shore as they approached the south-eastern border of the one-hundred metre pit.
Their attire was explicated as grainy, black cloth that covered their entire exterior. The only exceptions were their gloved hands, light-boot adorned foot, their throat, wrapped in a tattered scarf and their head. The non-luminescent substance that masked their presence also took away the seismic effect of their steps and created a vacuum within which sound could not escape, which prevented any detection in the near pitch darkness. The only light was from the moon, reflecting the sun's light in the clear, night sky. Without a doubt, as was the lifestyle of the behemoth, there was a guaranteed conflict, no matter where or how peaceful all seemed.

It seems that there was an invitation, to battle, it seems, and he does not think his hunch was wrong this time. He was hovering above the waters before the confrontation had begun, gliding over the surface just a few feet above the body of waters below. He was scanning the area, the terrain and what is the composition of the objects in this place, some of them ancient, as naturally they should be - for he was traversing a now derelict ruin of a temple of some sort. These pillars were massive, at least when compared to him, who stands roughly at six foot three, it was an awe-inspiring sight to be beholden by his very eyes, though none the less as impressive was his own presence that should make any encounter interesting - any observers would quail at the strength of his presence, his very atoms were screaming of "power", he was not a veritable maelstrom of power, no, he was a warrior of such height in his art that his presence is visibly overwhelming to those around to bask in the aggressive fighting presence, and domineering like no other.

He looked over once more, glancing to the side for some kind of clue to where he could rest or wait, for the arrivals of entities that he would face in the coming altercation. There was a strange section, a particular area, which to him seemed detailed enough and safe enough for him to land on. It appears to be some kind of a pit, for fighting, which is just perfect, the location is suitable. There was a throne adjacent to it, but that was the least of his concern, he needed a place to take respite before continuing his aimless wander. There was a strange subset of energy, a signature of energy he might not be all too familiar with, it was somewhat strange, but not a problem to him.

The only source of lighting was the moon, he glanced down and then forward towards the abyss before him; the endless darkness that engulfed the land, where it seemed to be an infinite night to him, inescapable, such was the impression to him. He had noticed earlier on activities, but he did not tread enough to be detected by whoever, or whatever was scouring the area of pitch-blackness. He did not bother, nor care enough to find out, he simply awaits for it/him/her to show up.

A small portal has opened allowing forth a five foot even female steps out wearing a black T-shirt that shows off the mid drift with a yellow bunny face outline, a pair of black shorts that has both Mar'Kai's attached to either side and with the doll attached to the hip. Upon those feet are black combats and upon that head is an orange lappin shaped ribbon which makes a nice contrast to the blonde hair. The night, it is perfect as those orange hues are alight feeling the strength building within due to this rare condition, "Luci, the children are taken care of and put to bed, I think I am entitled to have some fun," Rose's soft and unassuming voice is directly mentally toward the one whom she has shared a bond with.

Though, also note the doll upon the hip, the orange eyes from it has begun to glow as well..... this power up is passive and thus can not be controlled. Eyes pick up the throne the moment she enters the pit Arena? Either, but its shape and design bring up horrid memories of time at The Clock Tower though they leave the moment they arrive as Mr.Bunny soothes that fragmented mind. Both hands rest upon the handles upon both Mar'Kai knives, also yes she does in fact pick up the energy signature of the other being whom entered as well and due to her body's newest natural defense system five miasma vectors appear from her back as a shapeless and invisible mass to the untrained eye, though within this miasma is glittering and extremely hard to see diamond dust only adding to the threat, hey, who says that strong people must look "threatening" or "bad ass".... inf act one can look adorable and be an ass kicker as well....cause fuck stereo types.

No energy beside from a basic substance was used that kept the marauder in total secret from the being across the way who advanced upon the throne and through the darkness. Their eyes not based in the typical sensing of ordinary beings, they did not have a hindrance due to the luminescence of the region. They silently continued to observe as the female passed by, raising her suggestion, he did not intervene right away, passing on a small mask of 'silence and deception' with his substances through contact with her shoulder. Instead, the blade, Mar'kai formed with only one-third of its physical shape. Surprisingly, he figured it would work well to transmute his very concentration of miasma into the body of his blade, and thus condensing it powerfully. They did not utter a word to the female or the male across the way as its intentions were nothing less than a proper execution. A small bead-like rice-grain gently bounced, like a small pebble over waters, and landed in the center of the battlefield. A small handful of thirty to forty skittered away silently from the being's ankle, it seemed, and they continued to shift along the pillars. Again, no active motion or motives yet, they were not finished setting up.
From their throat, a set of twenty-four blades protruded from their throat, and they stood straight up, licking their lips. They continued to climb, unnaturally agile and quickly, up the pillar, almost like a lizard. It would have been a bit strange to witness, but they silently thrust themselves a bit upward and landed legs crossed on the surface of the pillar. The surface gleamed the moment a final bead had landed, becoming visible and audible nearby the opposition's feet. This would create a small echo as the tiny rice-grain exhumed enough force to create a small crack in the faded ground, which would indeed be a bit of a spectacle.
The tall creature had then again, licked their lips, relaxing and collecting again, a fourth of their capabilities into the preceding engagement.

There was another one, who traversed this area, one before him and the other, a female, had come after him. Nevertheless, their intention do not differ from one another's, they were intending, in the first place, to gather in the center of the battlefield. Naturally, a fight will ensue should they come across with each other. He continued to advance towards the throne, not minding the watching eyes, only to smirk back at the entity watching over him and the other one who arrived. He had been watched all the way throughout his advent unto this location, he knew already, but did not mind. Because there seems to be no hostility, there was yet to be aggression from his observer so he paid no attention to it, though he had detected earlier strange movements, some kind of ploy, or to him a kind of preparation; ground-work for something in the making, a trap perhaps? It did not matter; he only expects something that will entertain him for the short-while. Something that will make his warrior blood boils. "Today might be a good day to die, isn't that right, girls and boys?" He shouted at them, his voice, however, did not boom or echo as it should. Though it reverberated throughout the entire battleground, just enough to be heard by both the woman and the other observer.

He was not without his very own preparation, calculated and deceiving, as was the one carefully observing him and the other one across the area. His preparation, while it was unclear what was going on due to the abyss around him, had felt that it is getting dangerous to stay nonchalant, the way he is. With that in mind, he heeded his own mental note of the situation by making sure he has not been left defenseless in the coming confrontation. He had to rate his weapons, and form of defense, before actualizing them - they were conceptualization, neither physical or magical, but metaphysical, though to interact with the physical plane is necessary so he simply made it as a solid form that could be melded onto the physical plane as if an actual solid-matter, a physical construct, though it's formless, it only appears as it's impacted by something, and is formed as some kind of super-compressed space armor, coupled with a similar super-compressed space sword, conceptualized to take physical form and planar constitution, just about right to interact with the physical world without breaking its laws, a weapon and armor formed by making contract with the 'authority' of the worldly plane, to shackle his otherworldly power and use just the necessary force and power. Now he simply awaits for further movements from his oppositions, as his weapons and set of armor were readied early for the upcoming confrontation.

If to say he is not worried, he actually is, more so to the fact on his opponents and not on himself, he does not really care for dying. It is to him, more of a salvation than something to be scared of, and any beings, immortals included may die. So to speak, he is seeking death, perhaps it would be wise to see what they're capable of before he was actually thinking about the prospect, but he still think they might pose him enough challenge, push him to his limits - to a boundary that hasn't been treaded; unchartered territory, even for him. Moreover, so he smiled, kindly at them hoping they would be enough to fulfill his insatiable hunger for a decent challenge.

Right now those senses are alight with delight taking in the air of everything, oh how those senses are tingling all over despite feeling a shift of energy within the male who is here. Oh yea this one can pick the other up due to radius of her senses.....it does come in handy. However at the moment the only one the female is worried about is in fact Lucifer, knowing him he is up something and has decided to avoid the middle of the arena as all of this seems to be just too easy to fall for, time spending within the hospice before it was tower has been a huge help just as well. Feeling the power growing within due to the condition of the battle field setting. "Indeed it is, however I am not a little girl, I am in fact of consenting age.....not my fault my growth was stunted." Acknowledging the male Rose yawns only to turn in order to eye not just him but the pillars as well and a rather cute pout is seen forming upon that face, "Mmm, Luci, that won't work......hiding like that." She says to him mentally once more via the connection only to pull out both Mar'Kais allowing the demonic energy to be channeled through that small form and her miasma picks upon the channeling allowing all vectors to be at the ready.

The small echo was not heard by the half-breed but the signature of the sneaked bead like thing is picked up and a soft giggle is heard finding this to be adorable like what almost every thing he does when it comes to tearing apart his victims. "I know Mr.Bunny," The mental conversation is on going only yawn in a bored manner, "I am a bit bored, though I do believe that making this space more open is a grand idea." So without much further a do Rose allows a vector to turn into a fist only to collide into the center pillar behind the male as the diamond dust is helpful in the process of destroying the construct wondering if that little thought was on target, though once the contact was made she allows the channeled energy to create a dome about herself while it is laced with hardened miasma in order to add extra protection from both the debris and the thought of whatever the other had planed up above.

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The discrete intent of the spheres that gathered around the pillars was in no way disturbed. They rested in front of the pillars along the border of the environment. Strangely enough, they remained rotating in place. They eradicated small portions of whatever they touched the surface of. There was not a sound to be heard by these tiny spheres rotating as they channeled and carved a space as large as themselves. The substance that coated them, not only masked energy and miasma but coated it in an essence that captured sound, it was as if they were simply air. There were small geometric beds of miasma that was passive enough, and flexible enough to allow themselves to be flattened, and thus made more dense by the fallen pillars the female had struck.

Their shrewd eyes became more-so, but they had no intentions yet. They waited, positioning their arm and waving it passively through the air as if they were stretching. Their palm was a right-angle to their actual wrist, and turned out. There were small 'gleams' along the corners of the crumbling roof where the male was, and additional gleams along the foundational arches in its structure. They relaxed as the opacity of the additional carnage was nil, due to being coated in the substances. It formed a nice, thin, wall that created a breeze along the entire exterior of the building.

That's when the beads started to click, and the entire foundation had begun to shake. They tilted their head as the mechanical waves pulsed the air into creating a small, very weak tornado. the island was within the eye, protected for the time being. This whirlwind was a very thin, tri-layer barrier. Much like cogs in a machine, each had the same rotation for every other layer.



The beads had begun to 'jump' again, but this time, they were like small bullets, directed to the outer 'barrier' of wind. There was a ceiling, that just about exceeded the highest peak of the constructs by a few yards and touched down to the surface of the water surrounding it. These small, discrete beads of water were tainted by the contact with the tornado, reaching the ceiling of its structure and raining down upon both of them like a garden sprinkler. Made up of the same substance mentioned before that the miasma had been coated with, it was a soundless, rain that would likely coat them.

The tornado had acquired the immutable properties of the carakz and would be destructive to both physical, miasmic, and energetic objects, but at the moment didn't seem to have an active affect of 'suction'. It was a transparent, and silent disturbance and had no bearing on the actions of the two in the ring. They continued to lick their lips, and now, smirked. Having regained the exhausted miasma from the release of the beads, they'd once again lose the one-twelveth in the formation of the tornado.