OoC: A slight note, Chronos himself is human. Also, Chronos just threatens, never kills. And his entire body is covered Lunchy, you can't see the fact that he has no eyes. Now then...let's do this...

BiC:

The two challengers that had just emerged before the Dark Eye were strange, to say the least. While one was a man, and another a girl, they both wore bulky spacesuits that normal people needed to survive the chilled, desolate, non-existent atmosphere of space, even of the thin atmosphere of the moon. The giant almost, but not quite, smiled, at the life support systems that both needed to fight on the lunar field, even if the suits themselves were designed for movement and battle. The Dark Eye latched the Arm Striker to the holster on the back of his black greatcoat, and cracked the knuckles inside the glove of his right hand, the metal snaps echoing along the barren crater. Using his face cowl, Chronos looked over his two opponents, determining their status in terms of threat.

The metal knight was not sure why he was able to walk on the surface of the moon, or even how he got to the lunar arena to begin with. He had fallen into that void during the battle with Tokumaru Kyô, and had drifted along until he had awoken here, and told by a vision he would continue battle in this crater. Though how he was surviving the world of deep space, without some sort of assistance by anything, he found rather interesting. Normally, when a human body was subjected to the “environment” called space, the complete absence of atmosphere causes the body organs to rupture and die, capable of killing a person within seconds of complete exposure, unable to handle the cold, empty zone known as space. The MetaSkin, the strange metal that was currently weighing him down, must have been protecting his organs as well, his entire body under its defense. His organs, covered and formed of the alloy, were invincible under most conditions. He could not breathe on the moon, but his body was somehow creating the same effect, for there was nothing to breathe on the moon. Out of habit, his lungs continued to inhale the nothingness in the atmosphere, sustaining his body through another source. It was strange, Chronos thought. He had never known he didn’t need air to live.

His new foes, on the other hand, did require air, using the oxygen tanks attached to their spacesuits to breathe. Briefly, the Dark Eye considered the possibility of simply destroying their life support systems, forcing them to forfeit, but shortly thereafter decided against that plan, as there was a high chance they would die. I shall not become a murderer. The ebon knight stood motionless, sensing the weak pulsations in his Arm Striker, informing him that both had a small hold on magic, an abnormality in their bodies. He would keep his guard up.

The dark void that was the moon normally would not have permitted speech, as there were no sound waves within space to convey the sense. There was a thin layer of magic lacing the battleground, allowing the three to converse without a communication system. If it were a truly desolate moon, Chronos would not even be able to speak with or hear the other two.

He growled. “So, ready for combat?” he asked in his dull monotone tone, though it was diminished in its commanding presence due to the effect the weak magic had on it. Chronos took note of the effects the spacesuits would have, limiting their movement and agility to levels lower then they were no doubt used to. He wondered if the lunar battleground would create the same effects as battling underwater, which would force the two to time and execute every move and attack perfectly if they wished to properly battle. Deciding he had spent enough time motionless, Chronos took a step forward, targeting the man to his left. His boots sank into the dusty ground, clumping on the soft stone, his weight perfectly in synch with his movement. The man shifted, still unaccustomed to the gravity change, and floated upwards two inches as a result, before returning to the ground.

The ebon warrior did not halt his advance, looking down at his opponent through his cowl. The man was considerably shorter than he was, and within the visor the Dark Eye could see emerald eyes looking up at him, auburn locks getting in the way of his sight. He didn’t bother to unload the Arm Striker, deciding the man was, at best, a minimal threat. He had no weapons that Chronos could see, so the Dark Eye kept walking until he was within arm’s length. The youth had taken a guarding stance, preparing for Chronos’ attack. “You’d better be worth the trip, kid,” Chronos hissed, jabbing his arm straight for the boy’s head. The child, more adjusted to the low gravity than Chronos had thought, ducked low, grabbing hold of the giant’s good arm. The youth smirked, but only until he discovered that Chronos was not going to allow the youth to throw him. His smile quickly turned to a panicked one, as Chronos’ fingers closed on the youth’s wrist. “It’s gonna take more than a tough grip to take care of me, kid.” Chronos’ hand tightened, and the youth’s fingers released their hold. The Dark Eye raised the boy into the air, as lightly as he would a feather.

The boy’s eyes widened, and the ebon warrior targeted the girl behind him on the other side of the crater, a few feet from where Chronos had previously been standing. With the accuracy of a professional hurler, the Dark Eye chunked the boy towards the girl, tossing him with half-strength, forgetting that his abilities and strength were amplified by the gravity decrease. The kid was catapulted at the girl, who tried to dodge, but failed, still not used to the lunar atmosphere’s gravity. She got her chest slammed into by the boy, and then her back hit the crater’s slanted wall, sending dust spewing everywhere from the impact.

Chronos walked forward, to the center of the crater once more, and waited the few seconds it took them to get up. When they did, the Dark Eye faced them, his masked face staring down at them, generating the dark presence he was so used to using against enemies. “My name is Chronos,” he growled, balling his hand up into a fist. “Get ready and fight me.”

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