Clarence looked across the symmetrical and relatively warm arena before him analytically.  On its face this arena seemed purpose-built for battle; its square construction and segmented sight lines perfect for forming kill boxes for the defender as one might expect to see in a medieval castle.   But the hazy orange light permeating the field told Clarence that this was no castle.  The utter silence also seemed to confirm that whatever battle had once been fought here had long since faded into memory.  Yet even now Clarence found himself summoned to wage yet one more battle here in this alien battlefield.  Further exploration of the battlefield quickly confirmed he was no longer on the Earth as he knew it – the arena porch sections each had computer screens with imaging technology much more advanced then the relatively primitive plasma screen technologies he was used to seeing.

Indeed he could see around himself the center of the arena hosted a quadruple set of platforms with a fifth at the center hosting a pillar that extended upwards to the orange hazy clouds above them.  Around him were four more L-shaped porches overlooking the central platforms and past that raised porch was a long ring.  Access between each section was open with few real avenues to avoid being spotted by one's enemy.  [i]This is an arena where long battles are discouraged.[/i]  Clarence thought to himself; then smirked behind his helmet.  [i]It's about time.[/i]

From Clarence's point of view this arena suited him fine.  There was nothing here that seemed to hinder his powers, and so as long as his opponent wasn't allowed to effectively use their cover then he shouldn't have too many problems fighting here.  However, taking stock of his past battles and what had worked and what had not Clarence came to the realization that he needed to take better advantage of the terrain around himself.  And that was when he realized the first problem with this place – it was impervious to his powers.  It was extremely problematic to utilize the terrain if he couldn't manipulate it.  Fortunately he had time to evaluate his surroundings and come up with a potential solution to that problem.  

Clarence's own aura flashed to life as he extended his staves outwards.  He continued to roil up his Subversion Field as he returned to his original starting position.  Once he had returned to his starting point he cast one last look about the battlefield.  Then he spun up his Chrono Staves until they were fully charged with chronotons and palmed them in hand.  All that remained now was the arrival of his opponent.