Colosseum

[Bastian Farix]

Riko knew he was in trouble the moment before the bolt hit him. As it was, it sent him sprawling; however, he quickly regained his feet. How can I fight him if he's not even here for me to fight?!
[glow=red,2,300]Allow me.[/glow]
What are you...?
[glow=red,2,300]Giving him a little shock.[/glow] Riko felt a strange sensation, almost as if something were missing...

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In the cloaked figure's bubble of reality, a strange figure, cloaked like him only seeming to radiant the darkness of his cloak, slowly began to materalize....

[Psy]

"Oh?" He spoke quietly, even as the bow disappeared and a shortsword appeared in it's place," You are not he."

He made no move yet, but gazed at his opposite in silent contemplation, two curved blades in both his hands, shimmering wickedly with energy. Unlike the arrow beforehand, those blade would cut flesh. Ethereal matter included. Nonetheless, despite his outwardly calm posture, his mind seethed with questions. The boy he had thought himself to be facing was far more than what he thought.

"Gen'karath to you, stranger," he used the traditional acknowledgement of power from his homeland, not caring if he was understood or not," I am impressed."

And then he raised both blades.

[Bastian Farix]

[glow=red,2,300]"Gen'karath to you too". [/glow] the strange figure said, dark eyes winking from under his hood. [glow=red,2,300]"That saves the trouble of finding out where you came from. Now I just need to know why you insist on hiding in this flimsy bubble."[/glow] He/it brought up two rapiers and poked at the bubble for emphasis, causing it to tremor slightly.