Blank vs Katsūmi [The Colosseum of Madness Event]

The child's plan for using such a high building was to have the opportunity to locate her opponents before they could find herself, which in all honesty did work. However what she did not calculate would be the power difference between the two, even though it wasn't as large as Father Sunshine and herself it was large enough ti pose a large threat. Anxiety started to build in the pit of her stomach as she contemplated different approaches on defeating this person, if she had any chance of winning it would by using the environment against him. at least that way she wouldn't putting herself in direct contact and ending in defeat like her last battle. Mulling over these choices was when she finally heard her opponent speak up.

"Whoever you are, strike now and strike true."

If the child was fiddling around or even moving in place, she would have instantly stiffen up and held her breath because of how quiet the battle field was his voice was easily carried over to her direction, even echoing in certain parts. Since it was so quite the child didn't have that hard of a time figuring out where this voice came from, or to be more honest which direction but she isn't like most people who can tell the exact longitude and latitude. Another thing would be that it seems he has no idea who he was talking too, he did start his sentence with "whoever you are". From that simple piece of info alone the child had begun to relax slightly, letting out the pent up air finally escape. She was still in the safe side it seemed, but not for long.

Reaching into her over sized sleeves the demon child pulled out worn out black book along with a strange looking quill. Placing the book down as quietly as possible she'd quickly flip through the pages to find her favourite and only spell. At this point it was now or never and with lifting the quill into the air the child slowly yet carefully begun to draw strange characters and letters into the air. With each stroke of the quill an eerie glowing mist was being left in it's wake as if she truly was writing in thin air. With the finished detail of the last character the mist would have expanded before gathering out in the space in front of the child. That's when it hit, unable to control a small whimper of pain Blank would have quickly resorted to gripping onto her chest as one of her stored souls was ripped out from her. The process wasn't painless like she hoped however the result was always worth the pain.

With tiny pained gasps, the child took the time to make sure that the spell was a success and thankfully a skeleton of a man was standing in front of the child curiously looking around. It's slightly over sized iron helmet rolling around on it's cartoony looking head when it quickly tried to look back. With a weak giggle the demon lifted one of her hands and pointed in the direction of where she heard the voice, trying to demand it to head over there without using her words. It didn't take long before the skeleton caught on and quickly scuttled out from the area to the stairs, trying its best to not drag it's sword on the ground too much.

"Mister why do you talk weird?!"

The child would have only called out to the male unless she saw her foot soldier on the ground, if anything if she drawn him to her location it would make it easier for him to see the skeleton and follow it. She may not get a response if he was using his statement to try and figure out her location instead, but it was worth a shot. Soon after speaking she'd carefully tip toe to the doors before making her way down the stairs again, this time without running. If she was lucky her soldier would meet up with him first before herself.