Within the large circle, Kaito watched as Grey Skies made her way to stand in front of him, all the while slowly following her with his head. There were similarities, he noted, between them, many things that they shared together. A sort of, separation from the rest of the world, from the way they dressed. Grey Skies with her shadows, and of course him with his mask. He found these things interesting; but there were also vast differences.

Despite his mask, Kaito Fen was sociable and tried to befriend everyone, something that wasn’t entirely too easy for obvious reasons. It was after all an estrangement of sorts, but that never stopped him. However he hadn’t seen much of Grey Skies before, he knew of her, and what little he knew was and could piece together himself was that she was a shy – and nocturnal – individual, only a few had the privilege of befriending her in truth. Perhaps this would create that bond of friendship between them. 

Kaito Fen looked down at the hand offered to him and he took it, then looked directly into Grey Skies’s eyes. “Let us make this a spectacle,” he said low enough that only the two of them could hear. “One which no fight after this will be its equal in grace and beauty.”

He stepped back then, turning his back to Grey Skies and walked to his spot of the circle, then turned back around. Truthfully, he cared little for winning or losing. It was a fight among friends, there were far more important things at stake. Like dazzling everyone around him. What would be the point in winning a bout through brutish strength? Everyone would be stunned, no doubt, but such a fight would have been a grave injustice. Its soul would have been stripped away, robbing everyone of witnessing the beauty and the art that came with martial prowess. 

Kaito Fen, however, would give this fight its due rights. It’s been too long since he sparred, thus it demanded – just as well that he was first to fight – something the others would never forget.

He drew two of his swords from their scabbards and got into his stance, his swords humming into the windless morning air. Without moving too much of his head, he noted the shadows around him and those closest to him as well as the various shadows around the ring. He would need to take careful note of their positions in this fight. He twirled his swords a couple of times warming up his wrists and advanced on Grey Skies.