[@Tristwich] - Entrances are the hardest part for me. The rest of the posts should be better than this one.

For but a moment, the red sky of the Warrior God’s playground was filled with a bright crimson flash; leaving a pitch black cloud now occupying the once empty air. For anyone in the immediate area there would be a palpable energy surge as an untold amount of red electrical arks fired off along it’s surface before a massive bolt of red lightning fired through the air and slammed into the crust of the planet. For a solid 3 seconds this bolt of lightning would twitch and jerk as an incredible amount of energy was transferred from the cloud unto the ground; several excess electrical arks slamming at random at the ground around, littering it with several glass streaks.

In the blink of an eye the lightning bolt and the black cloud would have vanished. Leaving a 2 inch deep, 3 feet across glass crater and only the faintest of electrical arks that danced along the jagged edges of the crater and the cracks in ground; all of them jumping and jolting towards a massive male figure that stood in the center. This man was Xavier Bloodbayne, with shoulder length Onyx black hair, he stood at an impressive 6 ft3 and had the body of an Olympic god; though it was a sickly grey color and covered in an innumerable amount of scars. What would appear to be an incredibly thick, dark crimson, dog would be pouring from every pore on Xavier’s body and falling to the floor in tufts. In only seconds, Xavier would have been lost within the confines of the fog and the ability to see him within it would have been reduced drastically; visibility taking large losses as more time went on and the fog began billowing throughout the surrounding area. 

There had been the promise of a battle, and he was ready to answer it. With blood red eyes endlessly scanning the environment, he would await the arrival of his opponent.

 Xavier came with no armor or clothing on his body at all; exposing an incredibly round, smooth and phallus free pubic area as well an incredibly thin, almost non-existent, posterior. As great a sign he could think of to show that he feared no being he may be matched with; entering a match entirely naked.