[b]My Post:[/b] Xukhezur spotted Jago down on the arena sands, and decided to get a closer look and to introduce himself. He wasn't sure if the man was up to the task offering a test of his magic and advanced equipment, and doubted that he himself could take the other on without it. Nonetheless, he descended to the sands and stepped out to greet him, coming within several yards. "Hello there, sir. I was hoping to find someone or something capable of withstanding advanced weaponry and potent implements of spellcraft. I'm something of an explorer looking to test and measure my creations against other powerful forces and those who've mastered them. Perhaps you or someone you know has the means of offering me such a test?"

[b]Jago's Post:[/b] Jago's brow had risen, the other had approached him in a calm manner his hands remain in the present stance. "You need to look no further, just prepare yourself." He said simply, his fingers stretch only to replace them in the previous position. "You will find that i have mastered the art of hand to hand combat, I have mastered the forces of the spirit. I am nothing more than a monk, i assure you that i am the challenge you seek." He spoke to him, Jago would be the challenge the other he was looking for, technology versus flesh, spell craft against supernatural feats of the spirit. "The question is: Can your creations handle the heat of battle and quench the thirst of my fiery spirit? Can you purge my spirit in the crucible of battle?" 

[b]My Post:[/b] Xukhezur nodded grimly, with something of a inquisitve gaze. "Well, unless you'd like a demonstration beforehand, I suppose I can be ready whenever you are." he said, shedding his cloak as he swiftly called by means of spellcraft, his [url=http://magerune.blogspot.com/2013/10/robot-mecha-armor.html]robotic power armor[/url] to appear in position about his body. The universe of his origin was one where technology and magic prevailed in equal measure, and Xukhezur had the means to craft and utilize devices that reflected both. Once inside his craft, he mentally bade its auto pilot through the neural links, to lift him and itself off the ground by means of the gravity fields produced by craft's induction engine array, to an elevation of about sixty feet off the ground. He waited whilst sliding through the air, see if his opponent possessed any aerial capabilities that might help. Meanwhile, his discarded cloak began to decay into nothing, revealing its protomorphically replicated nature.