“I’m telling you it’s a bad investment. Don’t be fooled by their cute faces, those fuzzy bastards are con artists.” Satori was pacing from left to right, restless with anticipation since the morning, talking Enki’s ear off to whittle away the time. Then something ticked on the edge of her senses and her pacing came to a stop, “Nevermind, looks like I’ve got company.”

From the outside it was easy to assume that Satori was another easily distracted teenage girl, her incessant yammering certainly gave that impression, but in fact nothing could be farther from the truth. Ever since she had arrived on this unnamed world (not that it didn’t have a name but she certainly hadn’t bothered to learn it) she had been on high alert and that was before she had learned about the tournament. The way she constantly stayed in motion a tactic to keep potential assassins from having an easy time on her while her mind’s eye kept a vigilant watch over the astral plane and any swells of power that might appear therein; all and more signs that a childhood spent training in the art of combat had not been wasted.

Luckily they were not needed. A blind man would have felt the furious woman approaching, a palpable storm of emotions following in her wake and a band of power upon her palm.

Of Satori’s appearance very little hand changed from the morning. At some point she had decided to button up her red jacket and roll down the sleeves, possibly because of the breeze or a desire to appear more professional than she really as, though it did little to cover up the hot pink shirt she wore underneath. Her carefully maintained braid-and-comb combo was slightly more disheveled and now that the sun was a bit higher her skin had lots its spectral radiance in favor of a slightly yellow tint. But she was not armed, well at least not with anything you wouldn’t expect an executive from one of the ‘Verses biggest companies to have, but it was unlikely that a pair of stylish shades and a custom executive Shindroid phone would be of much help in battle.

As Gwyn prepared her attack Satori came to a stop, Shindroid falling away from her ear and leaving Enki’s worried shouts to a dull buzz. The air gave a visible shudder as the first chains on Satori’s ether fell loose, though it had on the material plane yet it could be seen crawling out from abdomen and along her limbs by the subtle shifts in her clothing. Then a lance of energy was sent her way, arcing high through the air with the intent to fall down on Satori’s scalp, a good toss but a straight line would have been better given the situation. Just as the lance was let loose Satori would kick off the ground with her right foot, becoming a crimson blur against the serene plane. Satori shot off as a good one hundred and fifty miles per hour, fast enough to confound most mortals but merely passable in the realm of the super human. Luckily it was nowhere near the peak of Satori’s speed. She was in a sense testing Gwyn to see how her own reactions measured up against the speed.

“Hold the phone,” Satori called at twenty feet, skidding to a sudden stop and whirling out of line and turning her to face Gwyn right as a flick of her wrist saw the Shindroid leap from her right hand with a trail of ether still clinging to the phone in its final moments. This little attack faster than her approach at a good two hundred miles per hour, enough speed that should the phone strike her head it would shatter immediately on impact, peppering her with all sorts of unpleasant little metal bits. “Wow, very fierce, the stilettos I mean. Are you looking to get laid after the fight?”

Neither attacking or approaching could stop Satori from running her mouth. A wide grin spreading across her face as she took her first look at Gwyndolin Astris.