[center][h2][u]Cogs of Fate[/u][/h2][/center] 

Tablurath watched as his opponent appeared in a similar flash of light as he had. So it had begun then, he decided. He recalled what information had been gleamed of the winged warrior from his previous bout. He was a Rider type warrior, relying on mobility and speed to whittle away at his opponents with the power of his light aura. The power of which rapidly increased the temperature around him. He would be a difficult foe Tablurath decided. 

What struck the Cardinal as odd once this Raelis had appeared was that numerous strings of violate suddenly clung to his form. Seeming to glow more brilliantly than it had when he himself had entered this place. The possibility that this place was slowly feeding off of their collect energies could pose quite the problem- especially so for his opponent.

As the winged warrior began to walk toward him Tablurath raised one leg and gently tapped his sword against side of one foot. Then repeated it for his next foot while he simultaneously swept his cap behind him. Unbeknownst to his opponent, the bottom of each foot was now liberally coated with mibs. While his shifting of his cape had been to disguise a quick slight of hand- a simple thumbing of one of his belt attached grenades. He estimated the exact amount of time it had in his mind's eye.

All this in a few breaths as his opponent began walking toward him. Tablurath had not expected the man to want to close the distance so soon, but he would not stop him. The low ceiling of this place limited his foes aerial abilities. While the rocky ground would prove a bother to be sure. Tabluraths mibs would at least manage to push aside any slime he walked upon granting him a greater degree of traction. An advantage his opponent would not be aware of immediately.  

[color=fff200]"Greetings,[/color]" he called out over the distance, voice echoing through the cave, [color=fff200]"I am Raelis Vaerkturian, what be your name?"[/color] 

Tablurath’s smile was hidden beneath his mask. [color=black]“And a grand welcome to you,”[/color] he began easily. [color=black]“You may call me Lord Cardinal Tablurath.”[/color] He walked forward himself, guessing the distance between them no more than 8 meters. [color=black]“It would seem the wheels of fate have transpired to place our paths in conflict.”[/color] 

A cloud of mist had begun to take shape around the swordsmen as he moved forward carefully. The stones at his feet knocking together as his misplaced them. [color=black]“Wheels within Wheels as it were.”[/color]