Demonia Trial: Itachi Uchiha Vs Slim

[Alexander]

A vast crowd littered the staduim and they roared with delight as a tall figure rose to the podium in the north stand ready to read out a speach. They fell silent in awe as he lowered his cloak, his long golden hair fell about his shoulders and stood out against the black of his attire. His eyes surveyed right to left in a sweeping motion, his smile faced every member of teh crowd.

Lord Demonia, Alexander stood before them. He raised the index finger of his right hand to his throat and cleared it. A bluish light came from the tip and instantly he spoke, the voice echoed through the stadium like thunder.

"Viewers, specatators of this stadium, welcome. Wecome to the fight of Drake and Daiki. Your judge this evening is myself. Enjoy"

He raised his hands high and the stadium shifted, the center of the arena split to form a shining oasis. It then rippled outwards to form a vast barren wasteland. Cracks and fissures appeared in its surface and a small wall popped up from benieth the ground to surround the oasis like a futile guardian of crumbled stone. The crowd erupted once more and clapping was heard. Lord Demonia fell silent and took his seat awaiting his contenders to appear.
Dusk settled in and darkness fell, they would be fighting in the moonlight, with blowing sand and freezing desert nightime. Demonia smiled again as the first entered the arena from the east gate.

[Itachi Uchiha]

(OOC: I don't know whether the club still exists due to it being closed but I shall battle anyway. Please though, edit your post as my character's name is Daiki for this moment.Here is the bio of him. Please PM me if I need to be informed of anything else.)

As the darkness descended the stadium, Daiki approached from the eastern gate. A cold gust whipped across the land and the cloak covering him fluttered helplessly to its nature grip. Pulling down the hood of it, the samurai showed his face to the crowd yet their cheers and roars for battle did not change that impassive face of his. Cold, almost black eyes observed the arena more and more, looking for vantage points that the enemy could use. Still now as the breeze stopped and his cloak rested upon his body once more, he could feel a small amount of excitement run through him. The promise of a worth warrior to cross swords with was a prospect rarely found.

Taking a step forward, the samurai disappeared. Another second, yet stronger blast of wind swept the arena as Daiki appeared on top of the wall; his tall physique towering over what ever was below him. The oasis that was situated only a few metres away sparkled in the moons light and what seemed to be a small smile crossed his face at the beautiful sight. Seeing the reflection of himself, that very shame that drove him away from his home village consumed him. The smile faded and his pale features became cold once more.

Turning to face a man who was away from the crowd, seated on what was similar to a throne, Daiki gripped his cloak and threw it off. The warriors face was now clearly seen in the moonlit stadium by the crowd as they cheered once more. As the spectators fell silent once more, saving another round of cheers for Daiki’s opponent, he turned to that lone man who had invited him here and bowed his head slightly. A sign of respect from where the samurai was from. The cloak flew on the winds currents and out of the arena while the air grew colder. Readying himself for battle, Daiki drew his katana. Its finely crafted blade shone in the moonlight as he gripped it with both hands and held in down to his right. His enemy was arriving.

[Slim Perfect]

"Earth..."
Drake rolled a pebble beneath his foot, creating a small ring of dust on the dry ground.
He surveyed his surroundings from beneath his cloak, preparing himself for what was to come.

Drake would not normally agree to do battle that was so juvenile in nature. A showcasing of one's power was never held in much regard to Drake. However, this battle intrigued him.

He was sent a message a few days back inviting him to join in on this very battle.
It was in fact a battle to prove his worth, not in the battle itself, but in his ability to teach others the art of combat.

Originally Posted by a letter from High Lord Alexander Demonia

Seeing your passion for the pride of your colleagues was admirable;
and even moreso your willingness to give your life for them.
Therefore, I am sending to you an invite into Demonia: Fighter's Guild.
There you may preach what you know and help to develop your colleagues where they will respect you.
Prove to me that you can do this.
Arrive in the Demonia stadium on August 9th and I will administer your test.

Your choice.

- High Lord Demonia

"If I can teach at least one pupil respect on the battlefield, I will die a happy man."

The opponent began to move; he jumped up onto the top of the wall situated in the middle of the room.

More of a bowl, really... Drake noted of that which the enemy stood upon. If he could get the enemy inside this basin he would surely be at the advantage.

He ran up the wall of the centerpiece with ease, standing directly adjacent to his challenger.
With a smirk he commenced chanting in a language unfamiliar to any other mortal being. With this chant, the ground beneath his enemy began to crack from both sides. If he could isolate this area of ground and begin moving it, he would easily be able to cause his opponent a good deal of grief in terms of holding his footing.

[Itachi Uchiha]

(OOC: Might I ask you to edit your post again into your entrance into the arena. I'm hoping to get this battle under way as soon as possible although there is no real rush in matters like this. When you have edited yours though, I will change this into an opening attack unless you wish to take the first move in your post.)