[i]An hour earlier...[/i]

THEME: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jSAjNWypykQ

Flying over the pleasant countryside was some sort of black chopper, casting a shadow on the farmland below. The noise from its propeller blades kicked up a flurry of birds into the sky from trees dotting the landscape as it passed overhead. It didn't appear to be with the military and lacked any national identifiers. All except for what appeared to be a logo branded on either side of the cab; [b]TZDL[/b].

"Fancy ride. Guess these guys spare no expense" Dias thought to himself out loud. The man was kicking back on the cushioned lounge seat made of fine leather, admiring the pristine interior. On the wall ahead of him was a solid gold plate showing an engraving which read 'Property of Mobius'. The name sounded familiar to him but he couldn't quite place it. Whoever he was, this Mobius person must be seriously loaded to afford arranging something like this. TheZones Duel League had been around for quite sometime, growing larger over the years along with its infamous reputation. Talent from all across the omniverse attended which was no small feat to pull off.

Of course, that wasn't really the reason for signing up this time. Dias had been going through some personal issues as of late, taking leave from the SOF to spend some time getting his head back on straight. During his vacation traipsing around the various worlds within the empire, he had crossed paths with an old friend from his past, Mitsu Mazono. Catching up at a local tavern, Mitsu told him about the tournament that was coming up, figuring that getting to cut loose might do blue boy some good.

And now here he was.
"We'll be approaching the LZ soon, Mr. Blade" a woman's voice could be heard from the built in surround sound system. The music started back up afterwards. It was tempting to help himself to a glass of wine, a rather spiffy assortment of expensive choices lining the door for plenty of options. But that would just be irresponsible of him, right? Maybe save that for later. The helicopter eventually reached the designated battleground marker, hovering just above the wheat field on the other side of the road opposite of the rundown barn. The door automatically popped out and slid open as the man stood up and glanced around before leaping down.

So this was the place, huh? How very...dull. The chopper closed back up and then took off into the distance, leaving him to wait. He had arrived an hour ahead of the scheduled time so that much was to be expected. No real telling how the other guy was going to be getting there. He didn't know much about him outside of his misguided views on scythes being the worst weapons ever apparently. That gave Dias a pretty good idea of the kind of fighter this Shin fella was gonna turn out to be like.

For the sake of having some fun with him, Dias took hold of the SoulLink resting in the holster hanging along his left hip. Leaving the weapon sheathed, those crystal blue eyes of his suddenly shifted, turning ruby red as a mass of light manifested in his open right hand. Taking hold of it, the energy stretched out to form an eight foot long pole which took the shape of a cross at first. His grip tightening, a long blade was forged coming from one of the arms to create a rather menacing looking scythe. The light dissipated, revealing the black metal which had been carefully crafted with great care and precision.

"This should work well enough. Guess I should get moving..." 

With that, Dias set about heading towards that barnyard, nonchalantly making his way through the wheat field. The scythe itself was a stark contrast to his own appearance, wearing a white, long sleeve shirt and black jeans with a pair of matching steel toe boots. He kept a firm grip on the weapon with his brand new black leather gloves to replace the old ones that were all torn up. Not to mention the most bizarre trait about him being his long blue hair which was literally illuminated, giving off a pleasant glow as tiny specks of light came off of every strand. He usually wore a device to cover that up but decided not to bother with it this time, seeing as it was casual Tuesday.

Despite the ride in, the drop off point was still quite a ways off from his actual starting place. His opponent would likely arrive on scene first but that wasn't much of a problem. He preferred it that way.

And with that...

By the time Shin had finished arguing with himself over his odd blood fetish there was an abrupt change in the atmosphere. Any fighter worth their salt could have felt the presence looming around them, surrounding the strange armored Human creature thing. It gave off a calm yet daunting sense of danger, a warning sign to any smart enough to heed it. Coming into view was the lone figure of the swordsman who had finally shown up to the party, still quite some distance away from the road itself which acted as a divide for their intended arena. The scythe was already down at his side with the blade end positioned back behind him, holding it near the middle of the shaft.

Paying close attention to every subtle detail and motion, maintaining full control over his own body. His adversary was definitely not your typical Human. Left hand still laced around the hilt of his sword, the blade of the scythe suddenly turned red hot, becoming super heated just as a precaution. It would make slicing through armor as easy as cutting butter. He had a feeling this fight could very easily end up being decided with a single strike.

Guess we'll find out...