[color=92278f][b][h2]Bonesword's Tale[/h2][/b][/color]

The skeleton took his position at one of the podiums in the area and placed the phylactery he had around the top of his head, a bit of mending following it. After a bit of odd noises, the phylactery hung from the skeleton's hat, allowing for the item to hang on the top of his head without fear that it would fall. He wasn't able to keep it around his neck because it would slip through the bones and simply... well... fall. It would work placed up there, at least for the time being. Once at the podium, he began to survey the opponents he would be facing in this tournament.

First, the knight with his halberd... [color=92278f][i]"Another melee fighter? Here? This man has nice tastes, and I'll have to give him the fight of his life it would seem. I'm glad to do so."[/i][/color] 

... to the soldier of the future... [color=92278f][i]"Ranged fighter? He's gonna be tough. Maybe he'll listen to reason and give me a fighting chance though..."[/i][/color]

... to the man with Doritos... [color=92278f][i]"I have no words. None."[/i][/color]

... to the dragon woman... [color=92278f][i]"She reminds me of Diana... maybe she's vulnerable to my cutlass? I don't know."[/i][/color]

... to the cereal mascot... [color=92278f][i]"I want to fight you so badly. Not even to beat you, to see how it'll turn out rather."[/i][/color]

... to the nun with a jetpack... [color=92278f][i]"She's a nun. She's holy. Case closed."[/i][/color]

... to the purple demon... [color=92278f][i]"He's a demon. I've killed literal legions of people like him."[/i][/color]

... to the towering ogre... [color=92278f][i]"I could probably take him on without dying. Keyword is probably. He may be big, but so is his Achilles Heel."[/i][/color]

... the one-handed brawler... [color=92278f][i]"Scissors shouldn't beat rock, but I think it would here."[/i][/color]

... the silver swordswoman... [color=92278f][i]"Another master of the sword? She should be interesting to fight against."[/i][/color]

... the kitsune... [color=92278f][i]"Well then, isn't she going to be quite the troublemaker..."[/i][/color]

... and lastly the Asian composer. [color=92278f][i]"I can only imagine what he brings to the table."[/i][/color]

Those were the only people that Bonesword could identify before he had his vision obscured by the fog swarming around the arena. When this happened, the swordsman drew his cutlass and Shroomblade in reaction, and had a bit of a realization as the fog coated the area. His face was not protected at all, by anything really. With quick thinking and a bit of chloromancy, a mask of mushroom-y defense fell from the brims of Bonesword's mushroom crown, and it slowly surrounded the rest of his head like it was a full mask. It was slightly painful, but the defense would be helpful in the long run.

Bonesword stood, ready to face who he would be fighting first.