The wolf materialised within the chamber's space, standing on a platform just across from his opponent, who'd arrived sooner than he did. In the space between them was the center platform, and around him were four other platforms, plus the huge statues and their swords. Interesting place.

[color=lightblue]"Hmm."[/color]

With nothing else to do, he sized up his opponent. The man was dressed casually enough; green jumper and brown pants, boots too. Combat dress? Possibly. The vest was something else though, raggedy Anne as it was, and it held a knife too, wicked looking thing with a curved blade. The pistol that hung on his hip was strange, archaic, something he'd never seen before, but then again everything in this place was very foreign to him.

Daniel unzipped his hoodie and let it fall to the floor. His guns were seated beneath it, against his black-white tee shirt, hanging snugly in underarm holsters with their grips pointing outward. Magazines adorned his belt, seated within carriers that held them tight until he needed them, and his katana lay in its sheath on his left hip. Nothing else though, except to warm up (cool down?) his ice. With a slight gathering of energy, he froze a thin layer of ice all over his body, just as a sort of stretching for his magic, and then let it shatter as he shook himself off like the wolf he was.

[color=lightblue]"Alright then, that's that."[/color]

As he finished, he looked up and addressed his opponent.

[color=lightblue]"So. Let's get this thing going then?"[/color]