From the comfort of his private chambers he was mystically deposited into a gorgeous purple landscape, a vast stretching locale where the sands and surf brushed across his shoes. The beautiful scenery was greatly offset by the unsettling color, this was definitely not a main sequence star. Or worse, the atmosphere was filled with toxic gases like Neptune. Not problematic for someone who doesn't exactly need to breathe, but toxic atmospheres would kill his opponent before he got the chance to. Which wouldn't be fair at all. With a testing inhale, Shin checked to see if the air tasted strange, to his surprise it was just normal air. A relief, to be sure, if the terrain killed his opponent than there would be no fun to be had.

Another offsetting feature was how heavy he suddenly felt, it was as though his clothes were training weights, his weapon tugged sharply on his belt loop. An uneducated man would think that he's being pulled on by some magical force, and they wouldn't be too far off. Gravity here was stronger than earth, judging how much stronger would be a chore left for a scientist not an assasin. The shift in his weight was unsettling, had they seen his previous victory as too swift and sent him to a place where he would be forced to move slower? 

Maybe it was just happenstance, and his accusations of unfairness were just conjecture, but there was a definite problem in this much heavier atmosphere. 

As he stood there, scanning the horizon for his opponent he grew increasingly uncomfortable in his significantly heavier clothes. Shin groaned and began to unbutton his vest and undershirt, they were tugging on him too much and they would only serve as a distraction. After a few moments of working he removed most of his outfit. Starting with the vest and long-sleeve undershirt, then his belt, then socks and shoes. Leaving his pants on because they didn't hinder his legs as much as the rest. He left his mask on, despite it being the heaviest piece.

Once he had disrobed and folded his clothes in a neat pile on a nearby boulder, Shin turned back around and stretched a bit. Still scanning the area for his new foe. [color=bc8dbf]"Where is my competition, eh skeleton man?"[/color] Shin muttered under his breath, assuming that they could hear everything he spoke. The assassin didn't want a repeat of last time, where he just stood around for a few minutes.