It seems that there was an invitation, to battle, it seems, and he does not think his hunch was wrong this time. He was hovering above the waters before the confrontation had begun, gliding over the surface just a few feet above the body of waters below. He was scanning the area, the terrain and what is the composition of the objects in this place, some of them ancient, as naturally they should be - for he was traversing a now derelict ruin of a temple of some sort. These pillars were massive, at least when compared to him, who stands roughly at six foot three, it was an awe-inspiring sight to be beholden by his very eyes, though none the less as impressive was his own presence that should make any encounter interesting - any observers would quail at the strength of his presence, his very atoms were screaming of "power", he was not a veritable maelstrom of power, no, he was a warrior of such height in his art that his presence is visibly overwhelming to those around to bask in the aggressive fighting presence, and domineering like no other. 

He looked over once more, glancing to the side for some kind of clue to where he could rest or wait, for the arrivals of entities that he would face in the coming altercation. There was a strange section, a particular area, which to him seemed detailed enough and safe enough for him to land on. It appears to be some kind of a pit, for fighting, which is just perfect, the location is suitable. There was a throne adjacent to it, but that was the least of his concern, he needed a place to take respite before continuing his aimless wander. There was a strange subset of energy, a signature of energy he might not be all too familiar with, it was somewhat strange, but not a problem to him. 

The only source of lighting was the moon, he glanced down and then forward towards the abyss before him; the endless darkness that engulfed the land, where it seemed to be an infinite night to him, inescapable, such was the impression to him. He had noticed earlier on activities, but he did not tread enough to be detected by whoever, or whatever was scouring the area of pitch-blackness. He did not bother, nor care enough to find out, he simply awaits for it/him/her to show up.