"Took you long enough."

Corban leapt down from a slippery boulder, stepping into the light several meters away and several feet below the other man. The cave was damp with dripping water, and was ridden on all sides by dripstone. Milky crimson pupils were visored by a pair of... diamond-blue visors. They seemed opaque to those looking in, but following some inspiration from two-way-mirrors, he effectively owned the most expensive pair of shades ever! Well, shades that doubled as a beautifully intricate sub-sensor-detector relay.

Corban did not know who the challenger was beforehand. Rather, there was a letter left for him at his usual spot in the local Tavern. Written on it were only a time and place; right now, in this cave. History told him this would be either another mage hopeful seeking to learn from, or another challenger bent on defeating the esteemed Guardian. Though he may have been disappointed with what he saw, or rather didn't see though.

As it stood, Corban was locked away from his higher level magics and techniques by a self-appointed Ablative Seal, effectively forcing him to fight at around half a tank. This gunmage was not the only one trying to get in a good workout today. He drew the straight-sword from his side, its crossguard reflecting light into rainbow ribbons.

"Well? I'm ready when you are."