[b]THEME:[/b] https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=leLgke1jp4k

An abrupt surge of something not of this world was sent rushing through the grand architecture. It carried with it a presence, filling the stagnant atmosphere with a sense of subtle curiosity. Feeling out the interior design of the pyramid to avoid any cheap surprises, a lone figure soon emerged at the southern entrance draped in obscurity with a white cloak and hood to brave the elements outside. The region was well known for its heat this time of year, according to the local visitor's center back at the settlement he arrived in. Though, in this day and age, one would have thought to expect some better mode of transportation for getting out here. Instead, having to endure hours riding around on a smelly camel strong with the pungent aroma of three week old socks covered in corn chips...

Dias walked in further, pulling back the hood to reveal the shimmering blue radiance of his hair. Certainly not the best trait to have if trying to be sneaky, standing out like a sore thumb. Of course, when was he ever known to bother with that sort of approach? The Azure had always been a no nonsense sort with very little patience for that cloak and dagger crap. Just simply wasn't his style.

To be frank, he expected his opponent to try jumping him already by now as he wandered through the place. Even his ruby gaze couldn't find anyone stalking about. Though, it did reveal something else quite extraordinary as he panned around the chamber. This place might have been ancient but it was heavily saturated with spirits of the past. In particular, those draconic bones laying among the ruins. There must have been one hell of a fight that took place here, detailing the battle scars left behind.

The cloak was then tossed aside, showing off a fresh change of clothes after getting his previous attire bloodied in that last match. Now he wore a pair of sand dusted white pants and a black, sleeveless turtleneck. Suade, steel toe boots left a trail following behind him as he soon reached the designated starting point for the second round of this tournament. Black leather gloves came together, fingers interlocking to do a quick stretch and pop joints. He had already long since taken care of his preparations before coming inside, releasing his aura to expand while likewise reinforcing his own body. If that last guy was any indication of what he could expect from the other fighters then it was far better to err on the side of caution.

This time, his sword would be drawn, the SoulLink slipping from its sheath with a fine tone, almost like a song note which hummed throughout the structure. It was matched only by the aggressive rumblings of his stomach, demanding a reward for having behaved itself during the long ardurous trip out here. He reached into one of the hard cases latched onto his belt and pulled out the last remaining bun he had baked back at the wheat field. 

Dias proceeded to pull out a wrapped chunk of beef and swiss he had purchased back in town, tossing both up into the air. Sword flashing as he snapped his arm overhead in one fluid motion, the tip came to rest down at his side while his other hand was held out with the bun open. A perfectly even number of sliced meat and cheese landed gracefully atop the bread, a true demonstration of his deli cutter's prowess. 

BUT WHERE WAS THE MAYO!? Dammit... Neglected something once again. Plan B then would have to suffice. Holding the Legendary Sword outward, Dias promptly placed the sandwich on the broadside of the blade. Igniting the ether within, the weapon started to give off heat, just enough to lightly toast the bread and melt the cheese to a nice gooey texture for natural flavor.

Hey, when you're hungry and in middle of bum fuck nowhere in the friggen desert, you use what you got. Nothing is sacred.