Open Challenge, Hope to start record.

Ryu as he always was -eager. However ryu was a master at hiding any sort of emotion when it came to combat. Inside he was burning with anticipation. On the outside it was just the opposite. His relaxed expression matched the cool breeze that whistled across the field slightly wavering the low cut grass and giving life to his red headband which had seen more battles than he had himself. For a moment he had lost himself, taken back by a memory of when he had first aquired the symbol of friendship. Ryu stood on somewhat of a knole, arms crossed as something that resembled a smile took shape upon his face. Ready for the challenger that now began to take image.

Lord Saladin wrote:Battle. Another day, another battle. Such was the life of Saladin. Battle followed battle, that then led to another battle. A life he had lived from being a young man, a life he enjoyed.

Walking along the short grassed field, he was entirely calm on the inside, and that portrayed itself perfectly in his exterior appearance as well. His manner was calm, and yet confident. Much like a man who had seen countless battles, and won every single one. He was that man, of course. In the distance, atop a small hillock, the figure of his opponent was just coming into view. The man looked confident, given his body language. But then, any man would look confident stood on higher ground.

Garbed entirely in black, the silken attire of Saladin was traditional Mandarin in style, and fitted perfectly, offering some room for movement, but not so baggy as to be cumbersome. Hair of purest silver, smooth and straight, fell to his shoulders and dance elegantly as the approach was made. The heart of Saladin beat with a steady, relaxed pace, and it would not increase once during this battle.

Stopping some fifteen or so feet from the opponent, the tall, six foot seven inches tall figure of the silver haired man was entirely muscle. Sinew bulging from all parts of that agile body, belying the speed and agility that had been gained from many, many years of training in the Warrior Academy on his home planet of Kelante.

Not looking up at the foe, Saladin glanced around with luminous orbs of sapphire gazed around the surroundings. The day was a warm one, and pleasant with the gentle breeze. Speaking, his voice carried just the right volume for the opponent to hear; the control in his voice was as his control of his body. Perfect.

"You will attack me now."

Baritone vocals resounded with just as little emotion as he showed on his face, that would be none at all. Empty, calm, and hidden deep within that emptiness was a hint of the command of a man used to having his orders obeyed.

Stood entirely relaxed, legs shoulder's width apart, arms hanging at his side, Saladin waited for the opponent to start the attack that would inevitably come. His command had been given, and it would certainly be obeyed.

Ryu was no stranger to fighting bigger opponents. He had often been the underdog in many battles, and had grown used to the atmosphere. He also rather enjoyed having the odds against him. He knew the reach advantage would be a problem. However his speed, and power were very rarely rivaled.

He was an experienced fighter who enjoyed the philosophy of a good defense is an outstanding offence. So once the silver haired being was as close as it seemed he was going to be, ryu began to shift into a readied stance, the voice of the being was like that of a gun being fired at swim competition, before it even fully opened it's mouth -ryu dashed forward at a blitzing speed coming a second away from the being with his left hand drawn back maybe 3 inches from his cheek.

In moments like these it was hard to make good conscious decisions, and often times the one who was able to think quicker was the victor. In the back of his mind he knew that surprising someone could put them off from their game plan or soundly out of their comfort zone.

Lord Saladin wrote:With his immovable calm, the silver haired warrior watched as the opponent rushed towards him. No hint of surprise, no element of shock causing even the most insignificant ripple in that calm composure. Both inside and out, calm remained perfectly.

As was always the case, the opponent rushed directly for Saladin with a frontal approach, always the same. This fighter would obviously offer nothing of note in terms of his tactics; but then Saladin did not expect it to be so, nor had he for a very long time.

Simply standing perfectly still, he raised his hands slightly, reading the movements of the opponent well, and placing a firm knowledgeable estimate of the opponent's upcoming attack. Remaining still, he awaited the opponent to reach him. Fully aware that his body would move almost without his conscious self being aware at the correct moment. Such was the result of his trainings. He would wait patiently. Silently. With perfect calm surrounding him.