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A lonely tropical island rising from the middle of the ocean, small and deserted except for plants and birds, with a steep and violent volcano rising up from the middle. The ground shakes often, with pits of bubbling volcanic mud and flows of bright lava creating dangers on the outside of the cone, while inside, glowing molten rock boils with malevolent intent, ready to blow at any moment.
A flash of shimmering light, and the island finds two new inhabitants, Ferinzz and Kyle Lockhart, gladiators in a demented conqueror's tournament, facing each from fifty yards apart. In an added twist, mystical weapons, firearms, and bows have been prohibited, each contestant allowed three weapons of their choosing.

When he felt his drink disappear from his grasp after the light that transported him faded away Ferinzz couldn't help his rising anger. His eyes changing slowly gray as his curses at the forest were forming in his mind. They'd unfortunately be left unspoken as he realizes this was no forest but a volcano on which the only other living creature stood fifty yards away. He would have turned and left, leave this matter to someone who enjoyed meddling in the sort of thing but the message left to him mentally by some JayBirdicus. He'd ignore the demand of participation in the tournament, he forced him to leave his drink unfinished, but it was likely the other participant wouldn't have the same feelings.
He decided he would end it quickly and reached for his guns only to find them missing. He was beginning to detest the tyrant more with each passing second. He wouldn't let anger cloud his judgement, the rule making itself apparent to him as he settled deciding what hold to kill his opponent with. "Visualize your choice," he was told, "three weapons."
He began to visualize his first weapon, two swords that could join at the ends of the hilt to make a single weapon. Separate they were straight double edged swords their hilts a foot long and their blades three feet long. Together it would come to an eight foot long weapon. He'd add an extra touch to the weapon he'd once used long ago, a vial of poison in each hilt that would leak down the length of each blade.
They materialized on either side of his hips in scabbards on a belt. He draws them and focuses on various guards, it looked like he was testing his old basics while waiting for his opponent to make his move.

He narrowed his gaze a bit as the brilliant flash of light left his sight leaving him standing in the arena within the volcano. Apparently much like his opponent, he was pulled from something he was rather enjoying as he didn't keep his string of curses under his breath. instead he was quite loud and vulgar about it. After a moment he stopped however and looked towards his opponent and began to bounce on his toes a little causing the chains wrapped around his torso to rattle amd clank against each other.

"Man...I love to fight but I hate being forced to fight. Good luck to ya bud. Seems we got no choice but to do this."

Having been barred from the use of mystical weapons and bows left him with only 3 options of his normal gear weapon wise. Those being the chains around his torso, his whip and his reverse bladed Katana and as a result opted to draw the Katana for starters.

"Let's get this over with...and nothing personal."

He hated people who talked needlessly before the fight, gloating hesitation those were why many had lost their lives before. Ferinzz was ready to fight, holding himself in a fighting stance made for defense and counter attacks. His left arm outreached to block an attack coming from anywhere in front of him his right bent ready to strike a counter whenever a blow was blocked. None the less he backed a step from his adversary. One more string to a web was added with this movement all that was left was to wait for things to play out.
The poison had already dripped to the tips of both blades as he waited for the adversary to make his attack.

He smirked a bit as he spun his sword about for a moment in his right hand before suddenly thrusting his left hand forward sending out a powerful gust of wind towards his opponent. As he did so, the smirk would vanish as his face became more stern and serious showing he was ready to go. Very quickly he twirled his sword again before taking his own stance, placing the sword so he held it in his right hand still but it was on his left side with the pommel placed against his left hand and the tip pointed at his opponent. as he did so, a light breeze would begin to blow around his form.

A breeze blew over Ferinzz one he knew to not be natural as he sensed the air soaked in magic. Kind of the opponent to reveal at least one facet of his powers, wind. Ferinzz wondered if his strands wouldn't be noticed too soon wben an attack would bring them close. The doubt was pushed back from his thoughts as Ferinzz held his posture still waiting, it wouldn't be prudent to depend entirely on only one thing. Seconds began to stretch on, even if the moment was less than a blink of an eye in the span of a lifetime. Time, on the other hand, was giving him the opportunity to strengthen the web he'd placed around him.

He chuckled a bit as he twirled the sword one more then vanished seemingly but rather was just moving very quickly. Quicker than the majority of eyes were adept to seeing. He would then appear in the air above Ferinzz, the tip of his blade pointed downward as he would drop from the sky.

"Let's do this!"

For a moment Ferinzz lost track of Kyle during his acceleration. He couldn't suppress the annoyance he felt at the way the fight was shaping. A fight at heightened speeds was always a strain on the body and his opponent seemed to be fond of them. His eyes didn't follow the initial burst of speed Kyle demonstrated he wouldn't have been able to yet. What his eyes didn't show him the air did and the instant Kyle was within Ferinzz's field. He adjusted accordingly, without hesitation dropping the wasted 'web' he had placed in front of himself the razor edges returning to regular air. The blade in his right hand turned up not needing much to keep itself in position as a counter. His other blade came closer and higher to ward off a blow. The magic he had around him he focused on Kyle to try to learn to read the powers he had, know the air he was controlling.
It was time to start indeed and the air around Ferinzz began to become unsettled, the shade of his eyes losing the blue they once held turning to a grey.

He smirked lightly as the blade of his own weapon connected with and slide down harmlessly away from his opponent, almost as though this was just what he had hoped for. Releasing his left hand from his weapons hilt, he would push it forward while the blades still touched. As he pushed he would swing his legs forward aiming to deliver a powerful double kick to his opponents chest and stomach area just below the handle of the double bladed weapon.

A metallic ring was heard as the two blades slid down each other cutting through the noise of the beasts of the island just as easily as they'd cut through flesh. With that first ring of steel against steel the air around the half-elf settled thickening to restrain the movements of Kyle, if even in the slightest. He'd planned to attack with his free sword at Kyle's midsection. As Kyle's feet came at him in a kick his plan changed only in the slightest. The blade in Ferinzz's right hand swung to intercept the assault in a fluid horizontal sweep.