At the edge of the river, looking out at the plains opposing him, Godfrey's only sight was of that annoyingly large tower. Not too much to actually look at around here, honestly, the planning must have been extraordinary. But the decoration isn't quite up to snuff with the actual content of the locale. "So, have I been tossed here with no opponent?" Godfrey felt a hot rush slide up his spine, concern that maybe he was just going to be left on this strange floating island alone for the rest of his natural life. Just as he began to panic, a shadow in the distance caught his eye. Just for a moment he thought he saw a shadow on the ground near the tower, the hot rush of panic left his body in favor of stern concern. [i]They're a bit far away, how much time do I have to prepare?[/i] The thought rushed through his head, Godfrey remembered that this [b]is[/b] a tournament. Even if it's against his nature, he will likely need as much of an advantage as he can get.

The sharply dressed fellow extended his right arm forward, a vein bulged in his wrist as he began producing another batch of orbitals. The shimmering spheres taking shape slowly in front of his palm. A faint humming could be heard from the spheres as they brought themselves into being. "I don't particularly know, to be honest, if what I saw was actually my enemy. But, this is a tournament, so I cannot trust even the smallest shadow." The ex-cop stopped himself, realizing that he was actually talking to himself. A bit ashamed, he shook his head and brought his thoughts inwards. 

[i]And the worst part is, I'm actually jumping at shadows if there isn't anyone there.[/i] The spheres finished taking shape in front of him, blinking once before becoming actual orbs. They rotated in place before moving into orbit around his waist with the others, Godfrey was well equipped right now. But how useful would they be if he wasn't fast enough to position them? 

These thoughts plagued him for a moment, his confidence was rather quickly waning. He had seen some rather impressive foes before the round began, what was his foe? Who was his foe? And worst of all; Where is his foe?


(Orbital count, 10.)