And then, as suddenly as he had awoken in the shaded world, his challenge appeared before him; as though on cue. The night seemed to darken as the two caught each other's glare across the courtyard; the monk's jade green eyes narrowed as they lay upon the Worldwalker, and Arcturios' own stormy soul windows glistened with preemption and ferocity. 

"There are no sacred places, this world is but another in a line of endless worlds. It is faulty, a facade." he spoke in a hushed, ominous tone to the man who had begun to circle the courtyard, never losing focus. His challenge certainly did not look like a foe to take lightly, but a quick evaluation showed no weaponry, no armour. He was, essentially, unarmed. A hand-to-hand combatant, no doubt. Distance would do him favours in this melee, and it was guaranteed to be violent, whichever way it went. 

"There is no respect, only another challenge. Envy not the dead, Monk," he said once more, pulling his body into a battle stance and brandishing Balance with one of it's savage lanceolate blade pointed right to the challenger. There was some distance between them, but it was a gap that could be closed quickly. 

"Let us be done with this,"