Vanyel VS Mirja [Greece Tournament Event]

Blue eyes illuminated the dark, dank, murky swamp. A white, fang-like grin soon spread out on the face of the hidden Chi Human that was residing somewhere in the arena, completely out of sight. However, he had wisely placed some of his Quan barriers at the other side of the arena to detect any sources of energy, or any form of life that would come across it, which would send signals back to Vanyel's mind, giving him the energy type of what was there.

It wasn't exactly going to be helpful to figuring out where his enemy's strong and weak points were, but it did give him a little heads-up on what was coming his way. And what exactly was coming his way? Well, it just so happened to be a new one. It was a Vizard! A Shinigami with a Hollow inside them. How interesting. He had always wondered what it was like to have something like that in your head 24/7. Must be annoying if they're aggressive and loud. A small chuckle came from the madman as he let his mind wander and think these strange, unnatural thoughts.

If it were a normal day, he would be thinking of other things. Such as wondering if he had sharpened and cleaned Kuro Komo that day. Or did he forget his dagger in wherever the hell he ended up passing out in. Thinking of what it would be like for a Hollow to be in his head was indeed a new thought. But then again, it could be an old one that he had forgotten. Ah, his mind was getting off track again. He had to focus on this fight. The last fight with little miss Yuki Kameko must have knocked his head loose a bit.

After all, he had been thrown around like a ragdoll most of the fight. That had left him with...many bruises, cuts, and one skull-splitting headache. Thankfully, little miss manic Mana patched him up the best she could after that beating. He still had some scars, but he didn't really care. He liked them. As his pale fingers gently ran across the blade in his hand, he felt the skin on his finger slice open, and the warm, crimson blood ran down his hand and arm, stopping at his elbow, before dripping onto the ground below.

Absentmindedly, two fingers drifted over to where the cut was, before a dark green light would glow from his fingers, sending Chi into the wound to heal it. The process was slow, as Vanyel was more attuned to his destructive powers rather than his Sei abilities, which, one of them was Yuhe, the healing ability that he had just used. It was the main reason why his healing was boringly slow. The lack of extreme skill in the creative and constructive arts of the Sei energy that was within Chi was inhibiting him.

But then, all thoughts were interrupted when his eyes focused on a tall figure that was wandering through the swamp. It had seemed that his prey had come to him. A shark-toothed grin came out onto his face, and his eyes flashed with amusement. So, this was the Vizard he was supposed to be facing, hm? Tall. That was a word that could be used. Animalistic. Another one. She had ears and a tail. The eyebrows of the Dark Chi Wielder rose in curiosity as he continued to examine the girl. Raising a hand to his head, the tips of his index and middle fingers would press against his forehead and hair, before flicking outwards.

"Yo. Up here."

With a small wave, the male would then stretch out his body, hearing the cracking of multiple bones in his body, before letting out a quiet breath of relief, then twisting his legs over the end of the branch that he was sitting, on before sliding off it, sending his body falling down to the ground, and landing on the ground on his feet. Tremors went up and down his legs from the impact of the sudden stop, but it did nothing to affect him. So, continuing his approach to the tall wolf girl, Vanyel began to get himself ready for this fight.

Rolling his shoulders, cracking his knuckles, everything. Mirja would most likely hear these sounds as they came from his body. Stepping out from the bracken, the male flashed a half grin at Mirja, before raising his arms from his sides, and moving his left hand to draw his sword. The sound of metal scraping against the scabbard rung out into the area, and Vanyel's eyes gleamed with mischief as he twirled his sword, Kuro Komo, by the small ring on the pommel, before gripping the weapon tight, and reaching towards the glove on his other hand.

Pulling it off, a black substance would be seen around his hand, and Vanyel would soon rip this substance off of his hand, before the black would form itself into a pitch black cloud of corruption that would float next to Vanyel's shoulder. As the cloud formed, Vanyel could be seen to be acting much more....strange. Small giggles came from him, and his irises shrank in size, and his head lifted, his grin wide enough to expose a small portion of his gums, and the ends of the psychotic smile extended to the very ends of his cheeks.

"Hehehe.....I'm your opponent, Vanyel Xioyang. Just to get this out of the way....I'm not afraid to hit a woman."

The ocean blue eyes of the man closed, before a small, almost forced chuckle came from him, and the cloud that floated next to his shoulder, and changed it's form into a second sword that would be grasped by Vanyel by his free hand, gripping the weapon tight. He would then twirl his two swords in circles, before stopping them and tilting his head to the side slightly.

"So....if you want the easy way out, give up. Or...stay, and fight. I don't give a shit either way. Pick your option quick. We don't have all day, sweetheart."

Vanyel was half-hoping that the wolf-girl would surrender, since it would be an easy victory for him. If she didn't, it would just give him a chance to sharpen his skills. However, time was a' ticking, and Mirja would have to hurry if she wanted to save this man's patience. After all, Vanyel hated waiting.