Seeking a battle. (Powers only)

Like I said before, powers only. Magic, that sorta stuff.

The arena stood at a high 100 meters tall. The first two competitors to step foot in this hellhole were going to be locked in a death match. Not one of strength, however. One of wits.
This arena was for the mages of all towns, all states, all countries. This was the Mage's Arena.
The floor spread at 20 meters, the first competitor entered the ring: Shade Crosskarma, the Winding Shadow. A mage skilled in the ways of the flame. His blue eyes were fierce. Shade was indeed determined to win.

That is, if the next competitor entered the Mage's Arena.