[center][h3][u][b]Two Empires[/b][/u][/h3][/center]

The world heaved and spun simultaneously before reforming again from the perspective of the Cardinal. Some ten meters away from his opponent a ball of electricity appeared in mid-air no larger than a golf ball at first, before it began expanding violently as it discharged sparks of electricity around it until it finally burst apart and dissipated altogether. The dust born from the bending of reality settled slowly-- in its place revealing a single man of average height. A long dark cape enveloped his compact figure. Much like his body the man's face too was obfuscated by a black masked helm shaped vaguely like that of a skeleton. 

A light breeze blew from the west clearing much of the dust in the air granting greater clarity of the surrounding terrain. Tablurath breathed in slowly and exhaled, clearing his thoughts and centering his mind. His eyes snapped first to his opponent. A young man by the looks of it, yet he was certainly much more than what his appearance would suggest. He held a rather unusual entropy about him not unlike that found in the living dead. Once more he did not possess one strand of fate...but six intertwining threads with little variations and branching paths. How was that possible?           

Armed with sight beyond that of a normal man; Tablurath saw ‘into’ his opponent. The task made simple thanks to the lack of Aesr in his opponent's form. Interestingly enough he saw a number of strange spherical objects within the construct. Their purpose? Currently unknown. A rather peculiar specimen to be sure. Turning his attention to his surroundings he absorbed the information near instantly. 

Noting first the truck off to his right just 4 meters away then a utility pole some distance to his left a little further ahead nearer to his opponent. The road seemed no more than 30 feet wide, about twice the length of either the car or truck. He saw the small hints of running current within the power lines above. Tucking it away to the back of his mind for later. His initial observations took in his opponent’s height then choice of weapons. Estimated calculations based on average arm reach gave Tablurath a slight edge in his favor.

It was too soon and rather foolish, however, to believe that weapon his opponents only means of attacking. He would need to test the waters so to speak. His experience with constructs told him that he would be best served not fighting in his usual nonchalant manner. There was too much riding on this anyway, failure was not an option. 

For Mirra’s sake he needed to prevail.   

First and foremost, he needed to gauge his opponent’s abilities. All the while measuring his strokes least he reveal too much of his own for those who watched. The situation called for a rarity. Two swords. 

In a single practiced, yet fluid motion he unsheathed Serenity and Mercy from their respective scabbards. The motion sweeping his cape open to reveal the light compact modern vest he wore beneath as armor, its cloth a mix of dark grey and black. The armor surprisingly light, flexible, but granting a comfortable degree of protection. Should all go well Tablurath wouldn't need its protection. At his belt aside from his sheaths, several cylindrical objects were attached and visible to the observant. 

He knew the seriousness of the event yet, a side of him could not help but begin with a simple introduction. One of his many quirks. [color=black]“Well mystery warrior, so here we are. I feel it amiss if I do not at least give you the name of the one who will defeat you today. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Lord Cardinal Tablurath of the Angar-Rylla’s Ninth Fleet. A pleasure to meet you.”[/color]