Mifune vs. Dellapero [The Colliseum of Madness Event]

Of all places to be, a grand tournament in Greece was one of the last one might expect Mifune Soan to show up. His reputation among other Shadowfall members led many to believe the absolute only times he left his small home in the Demon realm was for top secret missions, such as assassination. He certainly wouldn't leave just to fight some people or to claim land on Earth.....and yet here he was, signing up for a series of battles that would likely leave him exhausted or potentially dead. After leaving the application area of the entrance location, Mifune sat down on a bench near the pathway that led to the various coliseums where the battles would take place. Without nerves to steel, the only thoughts running through his head were ones of regret.

With both his wife and child gone and his family estranged, there was little for Mifune to look forward to anymore. He had no ambitions to rise through Shadowfall's ranks despite a track record consisting solely of successful missions. He was finally beginning to believe the sentiments of his younger brother Stefan, perhaps the world truly was just lonely and cold. That was actually the reason he had come to this tournament in the first place. It was horribly obvious a world-wide tournament like this would attract his brother like a moth to a porch light due to the Vizard's immense blood lust. This would be the perfect opportunity to confront him at some point about their family and potentially even tell him about their father. However, this championship would also give him a chance to encounter many interesting people and see exactly why they did what they did. As for now, it was just about time to start moving to the appropriate arena in order for his first round battle to commence.

When Mifune stood up from his seat and began walking through a tunnel, making his way to the proper arena, he could hear the demon guards standing at either side of it snicker as he passed by. This wasn't something new to the Shadowfall Banshee, many fighters assumed Mifune was out of place wherever he went due to possessing no energy and being...well, a human. Not just any human, though. Many members of his race were capable of otherworldly feats only believed possible in myth and legend. However, Mifune was a bit more plain that that. Possessing no spiritual pressure and no powers or abilities whatsoever, his existence and position in Shadowfall, specifically the organization's special operations division, remained a mystery to almost everyone he encountered. It didn't bother him though, the only opinion he cared about was his own. So when he walked by these ignorant demons and heard their unrestrained disrespect, Mifune didn't react in the slightest. He just kept walking until eventually he reached the metal gate that remained open for him.

After making his way into the battle arena, the entrance gate closed behind him. At first all Mifune did was stand still and take in his surroundings. He seemed to be located in a desert with no end in sight in any direction with swords littered about the terrain. "Tch..." Not caring to use weapons besides his own, Mifune didn't even bother trying to pull one from the ground they were pierced through. Speaking of his weapons, a single case of carefully placed katanas sat at his right side, held up by yellow "Caution" tape that wrapped across his torso. His appearance and attire in general seemed extremely out of place in this type of land. Having long grey hair, blue-green jeans held up by a brown belt, a plain white shirt tucked into his pants, and a white jacket that hung off his shoulders he definitely didn't seem like the type of person to show up to a battle tournament involving some pretty powerful contenders.

As Mifune Soan made his way across the seemingly endless sands of this arena, he reached into his front right pocket and pulled out a small twig and stuck it into the corner of his mouth where it remained unmoving. Perhaps his only real quirk, when people asked about it Mifune just remained silent. He didn't bother explaining it to anyone because it was just a habit he'd gotten into a long, long time ago. Though it took a good bit of time, eventually his opponent came into his line of sight so he walked in that direction without changing his speed at all. Apparently he was in no rush to start fighting, a stark contrast between him and his brother. Observing his opponent, Mifune was only able to guess at his strength due to not being able to sense spiritual pressure. Knowing his opponent could either be the strongest person in the tournament or just another weakling, he lifted his pack of swords from his side and threw it into the air. What at first appeared to be only a dozen or so katanas very quickly changed into closer to a hundred that rained down around the combatants, hitting neither as they did so.

"My name is Mifune....guess this is where we kill each other."

Coding Partially By: [THEFROST]