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I've decided to challenge Uki to a nice spar, I will set the arena, Uki may set the rules.

The fighting area will be a pasture leading to a steep cliff edge with a lighthouse on the end, the lighthouse is dilapidated and half has fallen into the sea below, the sky is overcast and brings rain soon, winds are quite mild but set to pick up.

What say you Uki?

I shall fight as myself Yami, black hair to the shoulders and brown eyes, medium to slender build and quite agile, prefers to wield curved swords and polearms, for this battle I bring two katanas that have been altered to be able to connect at the ends to make a double edged blade.

[I call fighting winner, may the best fighter win. And remember we leave as friends not foes.]

[Commentary]: Consider it done. The rules are as followed. Also, I got hold of them from my fight currently with a friend of mine:
[Rules]:
*Melee styled combat with bits and pieces of ability. To their lowest, concentrated level though.
*one weapon per person (No archery or modernized weapons)
*No semi para BS
*No god modding
*No Power modding
*No autoing (Dodge, hit, kill etc.)
*4 day Time response window(failure to respond without explanation results in defeat for either person)
*No OOC, use messages for that
*Dont hold OOC grudges because of IC hostilities
*No spelling errors allowed.

[Roleplay Initiation Sequence. . .]
Glancing across the foundation below, the lowly figure known as Hitsumatsu would stand in a relaxed position with his back turned to his opponent (Yami). A katana placed upon the left side of his waist with a diamond-based rayskin and sapphire buttcap. The braid colored a light blue known as "Sky Blue" with shades of white in the peg region. The handle almost appearing clear from a distant view. The sheathe being that of all black with patterns of falling cherry blossoms all the way down to the scabbard-mouth of the sheathe.

"Hmm. . . So, you are my opponent 'eh?", he'd say without showing truly any form of feeling for the situation.

"Tch, whatever. . .", he'd mumble as "Master's Cloak" which hung all the way down to his ankles would blow with the breeze off the water in an elegant, yet graceful manner.

Upon the "Master's Cloak" which he wore, the family crest for his family (The Shinosaki) rested within a rhombus placed in the dead-center of the cloak right where the center of the back with the Japanese kanji painted in "Sky Blue". The rhombus being painted in "Jet Black". Sighing, he'd move his left hand up to the silver-white, windflower, light silk scarf around his neck in a petting gesture as his open palm would stroke it slightly. At this very moment, he'd turn around slightly to face his foe as his long, platinum-blonde fringes would hang down in front of his eyes and down from all angles on his head. His hair being rather big as it was also able to permit a Japanese-based pony-tail in the back with the two long fringes hanging down in the front. The fringes going just slightly past his chin as they'd blow with the breeze as well. His hair in total being bleached blonde color.

After massaging his scarf, his left hand would lower in a slow form down to the left-side of his body as his right arm would reach across his waist to the left-side and grasp upon the handle with a relaxed form of low-tension. The hand tightening its grip to increase rigidity as his arm swung outwards to the air in a whip-like manner causing the long blade to be revealed. Interestingly enough, the blade was made not only out of forged, reinforced-steel, but that of another metal giving it its odds, almost-glass appearance. The blade's 'dividing line' making it the only thing which gave away its identity as its color was that of a dark color resembling that of a blackish hue. The blade collar made of 72krt. diamond as it would reflect off the sun's faint rays in an almost holographic spectacle of light in glimmering form.

"I hope you're ready. . .", he'd say in his low voice while portraying his typical apathy towards high-risk situations.

Yami stood across from his opponent, his form covered in a long black cloak and hood, his dark brown eyes scanning over his enemy quickly.

"Yes, as you are mine" he says gripping firmly to the hilt of one of his blades, drawing the katana it shows an elegant blade imbued with many draconic runes and forged with the hardest of dragon scales, the black dragon, the round pommel had a carving of a dragon breathing fire on a knight and the handle wrapped in a rich cherry wood with black bindings criss crossing the handle.

His form barely moves, the sword held at his right side, his dominant side, waiting for his opponent to strike first.

"Ready as ever, take stance" with that his form changes to that of a defensive stance, the blade held out forward with both hands in a traditional Samurai stance.

He'd descend to the skies in a powerful lunge towards his foe with his scarf dancing about the wind. His right arm swinging across his form again as the palm grasped tightly the handle the katana and drew it with haste outwards from the sheathe to the air as he'd appear to be in mid-air flight towards his opponent. The rays of light which were reflected off the blade causing a blinding light to occur making his shadow become concealed within the light as well as his full embodiment.

He'd swing his form slightly counter-clockwise in the air as he'd allow the momentum of his mid-air form bring him closer and closer to his foe as he'd have entered the melee range of his form. His eyes narrowed as he'd sigh deeply feeling rather bored at the situation.