“Oof.” Metz shoulders sagged and his knees shook as the intense gravitational force of his new surroundings almost floored him. His eyes widened in alarm, unintentionally taking in the terrain and finding it odd beyond belief, yet somehow eerily familiar. His body was still in a strange state of limbo, tired, yet somehow finding itself perfectly restored, and the oddness of that feeling gave him the required strength to hold himself up as he stood there, his pale angular face drawn back and worried. The vest and under layer over and under his green jumper were weighing him down, but he was unwilling to remove either item, relying instead on his athleticism and naturally strong bones to sustain his weight until he had to do anything particularly strenuous. He seemed at first glance to be alone as he stood there, once again fully equipped with pistol, knife and vials, his feet sinking into the sand of the lake’s edge. Spreading out before him almost as far as his eye could see was a strange coloured mass of water, and with that thought he slowly grew aware of what was causing his unease, everything around him was of an unnatural hue. 

“This place…” He muttered “Is beautiful.” 

He was breathing, if with a little more difficulty than usual, so wherever he was the necessities were the same. Still, gravity was stronger in the place he had found himself, and that could be evidence of further oddities that could inconvenience him and his fragile biology. For a moment he considered drinking mana, hanging the consequences, and clearing the air around him to ensure his safety. However, the forces of fairplay he had seen at work thus far suggested to him that while he may be disadvantaged, it would be unlikely that his surroundings would outright end his life, which was not part of what seemed to be Skallagrim’s plan. What Metz had not been able to take advantage of however, was the opportunity to see his enemy’s skills and abilities, as he had been taken up with repairing the damage done to his arm. It was a disadvantage he was unaware of. 

Though Metz was not yet in the water, he was essentially on the edge, and the fumes were entering his lungs with each breath. He looked around, and with no evidence of any opponent as of yet, he began to walk with the lake on his right hand side, essentially circling the water-mass clockwise. It was only a matter of time, or so he assumed. More violence, but the ends justified the means, oh yes indeed.