The summer breeze blew up clouds of loose dust from the coloseum floor that seemed only too right staining the dark robes of the figure whom stood on the stadium's opposite end. The way the dirt practically gravitated toward her every time she brushed it off gave the visual impression that it was literally chasing her.

Surrounding the inner ring of the arena was a garden, ripe with tulips, daisies, and even a few genuine white roses. They were beset by several fountains that circled the rim of the place, their heads all masterfully carved, depicting scenes of some benevolent god and his tales from some unknown lore. It all concocted a rather fitting setting for such an epic showdown.

"So judgemental, are we?" Came a voice like sweet honey that could have shocked or confused Shin. While the combatants had never formally met, there were plenty of outlets for keeping up with the tournament events and contestants, so gender and names were usually a given. Surely he'd have been watching from the resting rooms the only other person to progress this far from the Tv's provided, and the screens surely didnt lie. Yet the figure belonging to the voice did not lie, either. The breasts were a nice addition as well. By all means, if Shin was expecting a 'man' to show up today, he'd be rather disappointed. 

"My interests lay not in Gods, but in man. Gods are only a matter of perspective. Once this ideology is discovered, one gains the ability tp put them in their place." She plucked a rose from its bed, whiffing lightly of it at her nose. "But where is your place? Buried beneath me, or trading a measure with the very gods?"

The dark robed 'Crystal' stepped out from behind a risen wall into plain sight, brandishing chocolate-brown hair and sharp, milky crimson eyes as though they were weapons themselves. However, to the weapon she came with today, they could not compare. A sleek air-blue halberd-scythe hybrid was held in a gloved hand. A set, both were adorned with a disc-shaped growth of bubble metal on the backs.

Nowhere on her was there a visible sheathe, but a single magical string connected her right index finger to her blade, and a faint blue dust ablated away from her as though she were shedding.

"Well, we have an audience to satisfy don't we?"

Placing the rose in her hair she spread her feet, bending at the knees. She turned her body so that her left shoulder would be facing shin, Weilding her weapon with both hands raised just behind the right. She was ready.

[Hider]Edits: Grammer, wording, etc.[/Hider]