[u][b]Thessir[/b][/u]

Another day, another opportunity to fling himself at the face of the proverbial cliff and hope it crumbles before he does.

It wasn't fun but at least it worked thus far.

Standing there across the arena from Varjan was Thessir, fully decked out in his baggy attire with his travel pack on his back and a long sharpened stick in his left hand. The brim of his hat cast a shadow which concealed his face in darkness, hiding his somber expression as listened to the announcer run down the basics he was familiar with by this point. The day was hot. The sun was bright. He had four pillars and no clue what to expect. Needless to say he wasn't starting all too chipper.

His expression changes however when he saw the mages cast the illusory trees that somehow cast [i]real[/i] shadows!

"Great worm! I gotta git the ricipe for that illusion!" He balked, eyes wide with excitement since the prospect of generating real darkness sounded highly promising. Surely there was a catch to it but for now all that meant was that there was slightly less sun to go around. It was something to look into when he had the time.

[b]"And without further ado... BEGIN!"[/b]

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Show time.

Expecting pretty much anything at this point the first stratagem of his was to move out of direct fire.

[i]Strange... For someone reportedly so powerful he must care little for dispatching foes quickly. That or he's more of a close combatant.[/i] Thessir considered that as he fell back, kicking off the first step of his one step plan. As he fell he sank into his very own shadow. Over in the shadow of the pillar behind and to the left of Varjan Thessir didn't just rise from it's shadow, he rocketed up from it. As he's tested quite thoroughly if the shadow he enters disappears while he's still in it he'll be ejected quite quickly from the remaining shadow. This can apply to either shadow which has certainly made for some entertaining albeit painful learning experiences. He's never seen what happens if both shadows he's inside disappear completely. He's fairly certain he never wants to test that theory on himself.

As he ascended at rapid speeds he let the wind rush past him, taking in the thrill of wingless flight. Near the top end of his arc his ascent slowed, his body a fair few feet over the top of the pillar. He fell a short distance and landed with casual grace. From above he looked down to his opponent, his coat actively being tussled by the swift high-up winds. At this angle those below could see the wide grin that split across his face. Reaching up he secured the tip of the hat so it wouldn't fall off his head.

"Here's to an honorable duil." He took a bow, or at least something that looked like a bow and a curtsy met halfway in the matter. He had brought his right leg back and bent it a bit, swept his right arm out and to the side in a broad gesture and bent forward over the bottom of the sternum a bit. It was a bit like a stage bow only somewhat contained as he was none too keen on falling off the pillar onto the lit sections of the arena floor.

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"May the bist man fall... Eheheheheh." He really couldn't help but laugh sometimes. It wasn't even like it was all that funny. The real joke ran much deeper than what words could convey.

With that said he quickly cast his pride and joy, his Dark Form. As it took hold of his matter he shrugged off his pack and stuffed it into his coat where it disappeared. He hid the pack behind the tree to his right which was shortly followed by the sharpened wooden dowel. As for his spell his head and torso were transformed into living darkness. He left his arms and legs unchanged up to their base, keeping just enough mass to count for up to half of himself. As his bones became liquid his posture changed. His upper body was leaning forward and he had his hands tucked in his sleeves as he watched for what his foe of much fame would do.

To be quite frank the young man's gait was rather relaxed. [i]Perhaps he has something he wanted to say? Or does he just care so little?[/i] He wondered, waiting on his opponent while watching like a hawk through his eyeless face.