Another day, another battle.  Clarence was certainly no stranger to such things but as he found his way inside of the old pyramid he noted just how strange a place this was to do battle.  Under ordinary circumstances powers like his are very bad to use indoors and a fragile old pyramid was doubly so.  Despite this fact he had followed the compulsion to be here, in this place, to do battle.  The sting of it was – Clarence couldn’t think of a single damned reason why he would obey such a compulsion.  Of course as far as battlefields went there was some good stuff here: cover, light, and all the usual amenities of warfare.  The only real concern that gave him pause was that the venue was indoors.  A quick glance at the ceiling made him wonder if it would be possible for him to simply implode the roof and bring it all down on top of his foe.

Luckily for the demise of that bad idea was the fact that Clarence finally saw his opponent.  A winged creature that seemed to almost blend in with the ostentatious decorations of the pyramid.  The important bit was the wings – crushing something that could fly was essentially pointless.  And given its appearance vaguely resembled that of the dragons of lore but for the bits of armor that were visible Clarence was keen to anticipate some type of fire from the beast.  Its size was a problem in any case.  Clarence doubted getting close to such a beast would produce useful results compared to the risks – but that suited him fine.  He preferred keeping his distance as he continued walking towards the position he was compelled to take.  

Carried along in his left hand was a large chunk of tungsten plate that resembled the black and bulky armor Clarence was wearing on his torso.  That which he carried with him was acid-etched and clearly damaged – a memento of a past battle.  Losing none of his stride he brought the plate up towards his face and regarded it one last time before discarding it.  As he discarded the plate and let it slip along the floor he regarded his Chrono Staff in his right hand.  He seized upon it with his psychokinetic abilities and let it hang in the air besides him while his left hand reached behind him to give form to his second staff.  However upon being formed the second Chrono Staff’s tungsten core began falling apart – Clarence choosing to no longer maintain its form and instead allowing it to turn into a fine tungsten dust that had the added visual effect of roiling up his Ember Aura.  

Without the second Chrono Staff intact all that remained in Clarence’s left hand was the large psionic energy crystal that formed the weapon.  As he assumed his assigned position he spun his remaining staff in the air slowly once, twice, and then a third and final time before it ended up in front of him.  Each spin of the staff coincided with the shrinking of the large crystal in his left hand before he reached out to grasp it.  When his left hand grasped the Chrono Staff the remaining chronotron energy in the left crystal immediately transferred to his Staff, and through the Staff that energy began to permeate Clarence’s body.  

There was nothing exotic to ascribe to his armor’s appearance as the armor was simply black, bulky, and deliberately bereft of ornamentation.  However the dust swirling inside his Ember Aura caused the embers to boil around him like a horde of angry fireflies as Clarence pointed his Staff towards his opponent and awaited their opening move.