"This island belongs to the Reijin, Shio." Kiyo stated. She was not going to give up the island without a fight.

Kiyo was stood ten feet away from the northern edge of the arena, her undead Mythrael another ten feet in front of her. Thanks to her prowess in Cryomancy and Nyxomancy, the dragon's Adaptive Lexicon had bestowed upon it the Ice-type and the Dark-type in addition to its inborn Dragon-type and Wind-type, and though it was a creature of spirit it seemed to be oddly content with its place, not under the command of a Necromancer like one would typically expect. 

Neither Kiyo nor her Mythrael elected to make the initial move of the battle, instead preferring to wait for Shio to move. Kiyo was well aware of Shio's choice of magic and her style of combat, and knew that waiting too long to attack would result in her being highly unlikely to secure victory - but for now, it was better to wait. Mythrael's Nightfall shadow was another ten feet in front of the Natrelmon, and was advancing towards Shio's Ohitsuji at a rate of ten feet per second.