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.
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.