A Swordsman Brawl

"........................"

From within his private quarters in the primary Headquarters of the Monsuta, Stefan had received word from one of his underlings that someone was trespassing on the Monsuta King's land. The sensors in Africa had gone off, alerting the security on that continent that there was a trespasser, who had then promptly sent this information to the Australian buildings, which was where Stefan had been at this point. Stefan had also been shown a reading of the spiritual pressure of the individual who had been doing the trespassing, and recognized it immediately. Why is this fuck entering MY land? Ugh, I'm not really in the mood for this....but its an open challenge. I have to accept. Great.

With a single wave of his left hand, a strange looking 'portal' opened up directly in from of the Vizard, through which he promptly walked. Usually people couldn't use a Garganta to leave or enter the Monsuta base in Australia, but Stefan was able to go around that due to being the Monsuta King, and so was able to reach Damien's location in a matter of seconds. Another portal opened up near Damien in Africa, which Stefan walked out from and then closed. The bright sun light shining down upon him and the intense heat of the African plains was of nothing new to him, for he frequented this place quite a bit, and was also used to it thanks to living in Australia, a continent of similar conditions. After observing his surroundings, Stefan's gaze settled on Damien, the man who would now be his opponent.

"You sure you want me to challenge me........brother?"

Damien smiled somewhat as he parted his lips. "Ya know I was eager to test something, you see my brother since I lost my left arm a question has been on my my mind..Where do I stand exactly..no one but a Soan can test...my sword.." Damien smiled as he walked forward his Captain's Haori remained blowing in the breeze, Afirca was about to have a showdown of blades that wouldn't be soon forgotten. Damien smiled waiting for his brothers move, he closed the distance with his brother. His right arm gripped the weapon tightly now, letting his digits clasp it further. Beneath the Shinigami robes he wore, the Captain's Haori meshed with it well. Damien's nature was one to challenge himself, this fight he was going to prove to his brother and perhaps more importantly. To all those whom were around that he was a force to be remembered. Damien's eyes, the eyes of a dragon stared at his brother now. Intently gazing him down as he pointed the sabre like blade towards his brother, waiting for his reaction. He knew fully well his brother could move quickly, he was ready to activate his shikai now if need be.

But what fun was their in rushing things? He wished to test his swordsmanship against a tried and proven warrior. His brother Stefan, it's something he did figure would make for an interesting brawl. Some people did wonder what Damien's take was since he fought against the one called Mana. That battle had been fierce, pain was something he learned to simply accept. Damien's eyes remained focused on the man before him. His reiatsu of yellow raged like a wild animal was set free, he seemed excited at the entire idea of facing such a worthy challenge in Stefan. He knew well enough very few could match him blow for blow, Damien began calculating. This one judging by his legend and acolytes could most likely do more then just match him, he suspected that he could perhaps go beyond that and maybe even wound him. Such an exciting thought to have someone capable fight him.

The battle of the brothers was about to begin.

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