The sound of electricity crackling, clashing and buzzing fills the air of the open field; they were sickly sweet sounds, ones that followed and comforted Hiro. His frame coming more and more into few with every step; until he stand across from the only other being inhabiting this open field. Hiro was not a being of dominating stature; he was shorter than the average human male and he possessed much less mass. The one thing that he had, to help create an intimidating presence; was the unearthly lightning that danced and shot around every curve of his body. His eyes were haunting, a bright, aureolin yellow shade; their glow piercing even the daylight. As he looks upon the weapons held in this being's hands; a devious grin tugs at his cracked lips. 

"So, you are the one I am here for today?"

His words were soft, but carried on the wind with weight. His right hand slides down to the left side of his body; his now extended fingers, grazing and rubbing the hilt of his tachi, so affectionately named muramasa. With a tightening grip, he slides the sword from it's sheathe; as he extends his arm and the blade before him in direction of the other being. The blade itself was the length of Hiro's own arm, containing a slight curve in the blade midway through. It was a beautiful sword, one that Hiro took pride in; one that he cherished beyond any of his other possessions. 

Slithering from his very fingertips; the lightning makes it's way down the length of the sword. The lightning seemed to co-exist with  the sword, as if the two belonged together; making for a beautiful and harrowing sight.

Upon looking at Hiro's face, one would notice a severe burn scar; consuming the entirety of the left side his face. This was his main motivator for winning, for he did not want to feel the sting; the pain of loss again. He always fought with a chip on his shoulder and a heavy heart; this would often lead him to be reckless while fighting, though effective most times. 

With a shake of his head, he drops his sword back down to his left side; still gripped firmly in his hand. His left foot creeps forward, until he is into a sturdy enough position. His upper torso lowers slightly; his head continuing to look to the being before him. The lightning that once danced and twisted around him, now explodes into a violent flurry; equal to that of a lightning storm. Random bolts firing off and striking the ground around him; though the bolts movements were strange and erratic. There was a strange glow to the lightning, one that seemed to match the glow of his haunting eyes. 

"Be careful, friend. If you look the devil in the eyes, you don't blink."