Darkness. Death. A wall of void was the first thing that greeted Fuchsia´s eyes as he materialized onto one of many identical platforms built in what he judged to be a highly symmetrical enviroment. Several very well made statues resembling swordsmen surrounded the platforms. Were they made in the image of a singular man? He couldn´t tell from this angle, but if that was the case then someone, somewhere, with a rather large ego, would be very upset when Fuchsia was done with the place. Assuming his opponent would actually show up this time. Speaking of opponents, he had finally figured out what had actually transpired during the previous battle. See, when he had been teleported away from that snow-covered tiger-worshipping playground, he had made the assumption that it was because whoever he had been supposed to battle had not shown up. But what if, in reality, he had? 

Who was he to assume that an entity the size of a bacteria or something had not entered the tournament and been matched against him? That could very well have been the case! He must have accidentally defeated him when he dropped his hellzooka. Flawless victory. It did seem a more plausible scenario than that of a combatant fleeing the tournament altogether. Was that even possible? Shameful display. Fuchsia had no respect for cowards. On the other hand.. They were quite fun to chase down! Eh. He couldn´t decide if he -truly- despised them or not.. 

"So." Nathan-Nade said. "This place.." - Gregor-Bomb turned towards him. Nathan-Nade continued. "This place is -dark-!" He gasped. "Nathan.." Fuchsia whispered. "Eh?" - He looked down on the little skullnade with an empathic smile "I will rip your jaw off if you do not silence yourself."