My Post: Xukhezur spotted Jago down on the arena sands, and decided to get a closer look and to introduce himself. He wasn't sure if the man was up to the task offering a test of his magic and advanced equipment, and doubted that he himself could take the other on without it. Nonetheless, he descended to the sands and stepped out to greet him, coming within several yards. "Hello there, sir. I was hoping to find someone or something capable of withstanding advanced weaponry and potent implements of spellcraft. I'm something of an explorer looking to test and measure my creations against other powerful forces and those who've mastered them. Perhaps you or someone you know has the means of offering me such a test?"

Jago's Post: Jago's brow had risen, the other had approached him in a calm manner his hands remain in the present stance. "You need to look no further, just prepare yourself." He said simply, his fingers stretch only to replace them in the previous position. "You will find that i have mastered the art of hand to hand combat, I have mastered the forces of the spirit. I am nothing more than a monk, i assure you that i am the challenge you seek." He spoke to him, Jago would be the challenge the other he was looking for, technology versus flesh, spell craft against supernatural feats of the spirit. "The question is: Can your creations handle the heat of battle and quench the thirst of my fiery spirit? Can you purge my spirit in the crucible of battle?"

My Post: Xukhezur nodded grimly, with something of a inquisitve gaze. "Well, unless you'd like a demonstration beforehand, I suppose I can be ready whenever you are." he said, shedding his cloak as he swiftly called by means of spellcraft, his robotic power armor to appear in position about his body. The universe of his origin was one where technology and magic prevailed in equal measure, and Xukhezur had the means to craft and utilize devices that reflected both. Once inside his craft, he mentally bade its auto pilot through the neural links, to lift him and itself off the ground by means of the gravity fields produced by craft's induction engine array, to an elevation of about sixty feet off the ground. He waited whilst sliding through the air, see if his opponent possessed any aerial capabilities that might help. Meanwhile, his discarded cloak began to decay into nothing, revealing its protomorphically replicated nature.

He smirks underneath the mask watching this display of power his opponent had to offer. "I assure you i can handle myself." Jago had no means of flight, but the other would notice the spiritual prowess of the Tiger Monk. His Aura burns hot, like a flame it erupts to conflagration about his muscled frame. His right hand puling back to collided with the right hand a flush of Chi, gathering between two palms. A fireball forming between the palms his hand rushes forward pulling the spiritual flame the edges leaving behind a trail of lights, a series of glistening lights that explode from the palm of Jago's right hand, the ball burst from his hand burning brightly as it rushed towards the opponent in the sky. Meanwhile his aura continues to burn like a flame taking on a color now, an orange hue.

Xukhezur's craft immediately slid through the air by means of its auto pilot, up and to his right in response to the attack, as its deflection field, projectile deflector and particle fields worked in tandem to help bend and divert the fireball's trajectory with a combination of gravitational distortions and emitted particles. The fireball veered wide to Xukhezur's left, coming within inches of his craft.

Xukhezur's thoughts then bade the craft to toggle the non-lethal stun modules into effect on its shoulder mounted firearms as they were deployed by its auto gunner to emerge from the robot's frame and train on Jago. Each firearm discharged a brief, coruscating, and somewhat diffuse, laser at the warrior below. Although, Xukhezur guessed that even if they struck the man, he might have the ability to resist or absorb them, given the nature of the fiery aura he was displaying.

While his craft's auto pilot and auto gunner went about their protocols, Xukhezur himself went quickly utilized a metamagically altered infusion to create fully functional protomorphic replicas of some equipment he kept in his protomorphic demiplane. The conjured and temporarily stabilized protomatter conformed and approximated itself to the shape, composition and functions of a compact grenade launcher, which appeared in his armored hands, loaded with a revolving cylindrical magazine filled with six cryonic grenades. However, Xukhezur held off using the device, long enough to observe his opponent's reaction to the initial laser fire.