[center][h2][color=7bcdc8][b]Mikeil Thae-Araste[/b][/color][/h2][hr][hider= ][img]https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/c1d78d11-8fb3-49fe-8ed3-45594914b98b/dd76nkq-7607c4a8-652f-4ad4-874e-b5c72ff9746d.jpg/v1/fill/w_816,h_979,q_70,strp/choir_by_victorbang_dd76nkq-pre.jpg[/img][/hider][/center]Stepping from the portal he regarded the others who had arrived--noting the presence of the Seraph. Even with the distance between them her markings and the pattern of her wings were something he could admire, perhaps even finding them quite fetching. A smile played across his lips and his head tilted faintly--cloak hiding the entirety of his body language--as he regarded her, her weaponry, the others, and then the Champion who stood amidst them all.

[color=7bcdc8][b]"Beautiful,"[/b][/color] he uttered, admiration entering his eyes briefly as he gazed upon the armor of their adversary. It was truly something to look upon. Of course, he had more than simple appreciation for it, no, beyond this was an analytical mind considering how to pick apart the defenses of the knight.

His smile fell away, replaced by a placid calm.

Having taken his measure of the competitors and his adversary, he cast his gaze askance, taking in the battlefield around them. Everyone was positioned at a roughly equal distance from the foe and from those to their left and right. The sharp cut off of their arena meant that being pushed off could lead either to a swift end or simply disqualification from the round. All this taken in he noted the stadium [i]'seating'[/i] before he gently pressed a foot harder against the ground.

[i]Solid stone,[/i] he noted and as he did he found himself wondering if anyone present had strength potions, or simply enhanced biology of that sort. For now it didn't matter, so with a small ruffling of his cloak, he worked his weighted chain, Thrann, from his belt. The weapon did not peak from beneath his cloak, in fact, nothing did. Though, unseen, his footing shifted slightly and a faint smile worked its way back upon his lips and into his eyes.

[color=7bcdc8][b]"It is a pleasure to face against one so prestigious, Knight of Twilight."[/b][/color]

Before the knight could turn his attention to him, Mikeil glanced diagonally across the field and past the knight to the mysterious red-winged seraph. He nodded at her, a knowing look on his features, before his eyes shifted back to the Champion.

[color=7bcdc8][b]"I do hope that you aren't terribly troubled by the odds stacked against you."[/b][/color]

[i]Though, perhaps you do not see us as a threat?[/i]

He left those words unspoken, instead letting his demeanor and his lack of apparent weaponry or worry say it for him. Similarly, the pitch of his words might imply foolishness at such a prospect.

Mikeil wondered if their adversary was a more shrewd sort, calculating, or if he was a man who acted more by instinct.

Only time and the actions of the Knight would tell.

The question was, how soon?