"So, it is my turn to shine..." Nikamaru slowly stated as he put the finishing touches on his battle outfit. It was a complex get up, with lots straps, attachments, and some armor plating. A long sleeved, skin tight, black one piece suit rested against his skin with dark metal boots and leggings protecting his lower body. Black leather straps wrapped around his abdomen with two more straps holding a black leather top the sat on his shoulders. His ribs and the center of his chest are exposed, leaving him vulnerable. [i]Good thing I am agile,[/i] Nika chuckled to himself as he touched his side. His attire was topped off with two, detailed leather pauldrons and a black, hooded clock.

"You don't have anything bright in your outfit, sure you wanna do that?" A soft, hiss came from behind Nikamaru. "This was my brothers outfit when he competed... I want to honor him." Checking the mirror that hung in his simple makeup room one last time, Nika turned to face his partner, Salah. "Besides, it pretty much matches with you," pausing as Salah began to glow. The cracks that run all across her body gained a orange/red hew, like lava starting to flow down a volcano. "Show off... no matter. This is my choice... I need to do something for him."

The Tsreo family come from a long line of summoners who take great pride in their ability. Not everyone in the family tree has been a summoner, but at least once a generation someone is chosen. And so when his brother was granted the gift of summoning, he was placed on the highest pedestal. But when his brother lost first round, he was shunned and banished. Shortly after that, Nikamaru was given the gift, a first time two people in the same generation was given it. So, he has taken it upon himself to shine, and bring his big bro back.

"Don't worry about that now, we can deal with that after we win," Salah proudly stated, hoping to boost his spirits. A small grim crept onto his face," Hahaha, thanks Salah. Hey, where is that mask they gave me?" he questioned his summon. "In your bag," she said as Salah pushed the bag toward her master. Sitting on top of the bag was a molten black mask, matching in color with Salah's skin. The detail on the mask was simple, with a gold trim along the outside edge and light fire detail around the chin past of the mask. The upper portion of the mask has a smokey detail to complement the fire detail. "This thing is kinda cool... I might keep it on during the fight too." Nikamaru slipped the mask on and turn toward the dressing mirror. He nodded in approval, "Bro would be proud." 

Salah scampered next to him, completing his look in the mirror. "Now, we wait."