(My intros are usually crap-tastic but here it is.)

In the glow of the afternoon sun ,the wheat field gave off such a radiant yellow glow that it could look like a man’s own personal pool of gold. When harvest time came ‘round, having a full wheat field was worth almost as much to a working man. Though, judging by the shape of the barn and the old rusted out farm tools, it was probably safe to say that this field had gone untouched for many a harvest; pity. Even now as a warm Summer breeze danced along the tips of the stalks, they would all sway and wave in a dance so full of loneliness you could practically smell a change on the winds as they whipped passed you towards the barn. The soft breeze would glide above the stalks and towards the barn through almost supernatural means. Not once did the pace of the breeze increase nor would it decrease; but instead ran unimpeded through the wheat in a large crescent.

This crescent could be seen to be shrinking in overall size as it neared the barn; focusing itself to the outer edges of the southern most side. It would smash against the barn with a forceless burst of air that sent dirt and stands of wheat flying. In almost perfect unison there was deafening explosion over 300 miles to the South which seemed to shake the Earth upon it's Axis. What's more the color of the skies shifted for but a moment to a deep blood red that vanished just as quickly as it had come, taking the clouds along with it. From the explosions epicenter there was an ominous red glow emanating from a strange metallic object that was tearing through the air from Illinois.  This mound was oval in structure and possessed a glistening exterior comparable to red chrome. There was a strange red, comical plume of energy coming from the rear of this metallic structure; signaling the immense velocity at which it was traveling. 
This metallic mound, as well as the wind, had originated from a convergence of Ley Lines just south of Wisconsin, through which a horrible man had forced his presence unto the world; a warrior born of Chaos named Xavier Bloodbayne. Word had reached him that the time for battle was now at hand and now, nestled within the confines of the mass of metal, Xavier would fly through the earthen atmosphere towards the Wisconsin wheat field; the Battlefield. 

As the mound neared its destination the air would be split with yet another explosion of dark red energy that birthed to the metallic exterior a dark red aura similar to a cloak of flames. As it writhed and flicked in the winds the mound began its plummet towards ground, forcing the flaming aura to swirl and whip behind it like a large tail. Its tip had aligned itself with the eastern side of the [I]Sement [/I] road and as it was screaming towards its target its surface began to bubble and boil before being visually sucked in upon itself. This in turn revealed Xaviers head of thick, long onyx colored hair and a stern looking face with shut eyes and skin as grey as ash. As for his mouth it was agape and out could be seen that the metal which comprised the mound was liquefying and forcing itself into his open mouth. Exposing his massive chest and all the ripples it contained from both muscle and scars alike, followed immediately by the thick black cotton jeans that dawned his legs and the black heavy rubber boots upon his feet. Xavier was now no more than 30 feet from the ground, but still his body would not shift an inch but merely rocketed headfirst towards the [i]sement[/i] road; his legs now surrounded and his body followed by the red aura.

It was at only 10 feet high that the metal was gone and Xaviers body finally reacted, at which point his once closed eyes suddenly fired open; revealing the glowing dark red irises which hid behind his lids. In that same moment Xavier willed his legs to reposition themselves with inhuman speed so that they would be beneath him with a mere fraction of a second before impact. So immense was the impact that it caused the woodwork of the barn to quake and bend; dust billowing around it as it was all shook free from its hiding places.

 The aura that had been wrapped around Xavier was dispersed through the air along with the dust cloud ; covering the immediate area in a thin red cloud of dirt. The dirt would pass in time to leave only the red tint lingering in the air; showing that Xavier was standing at attention on the Eastern side of the [i]sement [/i] road and facing the western side. Xaviers chest would not rise or fall with a single breath and he would simply remain where he stood with his hands clenched into tight fists until his opponent, whoever it may bend, would show themselves.