[b]THEME:[/b] https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Brlw1zr45Lg

Huh... How odd it was that the pyramid's entrance somehow grew into a winding passage. One would think the man capable of remembering himself walking such an elaborate network of tunnels to enter this place. He must have been far too distracted at the time, too busy with the prospect of the savory morsel he had finished enjoying just minutes ago. 

[i]Not like it would make much difference...[/i]

The gale of blades would continue onward, following the path as it had nowhere else to go and carving into the walls along the way. It was a literal death trap, like a snake winding through the corridors to stalk after its prey. The minor confusion had only bought his opponent a few spare moments. Hundreds of cuts lined the stone hallways, the only sound alerting the creature to the danger swiftly approaching. And by then it would already be upon them, fangs poised as the serpent viciously lashed out, threatening to blast Dias' foe into tiny pieces with no signs of halting the ruthless advance.

That would have been around the exact instant when its soul sense registered the Narrian within the tournament's designated starting area. Assuming it had managed to somehow survive the lethal onslaught, the awareness was abruptly intercepted as Dias glared back in exchange. His stare was cold and as sharp as the razors baring down on his opponent, the look of a man who had seen much over the years. His was an adamant spirit tempered by the battlefield and his resolve tested time and again by each challenge put against him. The unspoken message was clear in that expression...[i]these theatrics are getting old[/i]...

The sphere of light which had manifested in his left hand was gripped tightly, stretching outward from the top and taking form as he now wielded two arming swords. His ruby eyes had been narrowed, vision piercing through the walls at the monster which had its own very distinct color pattern apart from the rest of the ancient tomb. Watching intently as the ether from his attack reached the target to see the results, the SoulLink was lifted to take aim at where the creature stood, always thinking several steps ahead. Meanwhile, the twisting air currents surrounding his body would serve to muffle that overly annoying screeching ruckus, acting as a sort of sound barrier to block it out. He could still recall the last time his ears were made to bleed and didn't care for it much, not wanting to relive that experience again.

[color=lightblue]Of course, the instant before the wall of razors were about to consume whatever this creature was, it miraculously vanished as if by the will of God! Now his opponent appeared in the chamber with him, taking refuge behind some cover to the left of his own position. There was little time to waste being frustrated with missing his mark, switching gears and maintaining focus on the task at hand. It wouldn't be as fortunate from here on out. The SoulLink only needed to be turned slightly, directed at the foe as Dias began to channel his will into the mysterious weapon.

With a firm thrust, he stabbed the sword towards the creature from where he stood, punching a small hole clean through the stone as the unseen strike was aimed right between the eyes...assuming it had those. His movement was swift, taking advantage of the situation to conceal his own scheme to catch it by surprise.[/color]