OoC; Kazaisu link in sig.

BiC:

“Well that was boring,” The figure mused to himself waiting for his opponent to find his way up, “Never killed a single one, but they wont be up for a while,” Impatiently the caped figure walked back, and forth across the grassy hill. “Why do I agree to do this for next to nothing,” Sighing he watched gentle grass sway back, and forth, dancing their beautiful dance with the wind, “Hmm, he’s here”

Turning around he saw the figure through his extremely aggravating mask. A young boy he guessed, no older then fifteen, by ones sight he could not see any abnormalities, just a normal kid. Yet when digging a bit deeper he could feel a strange power emitting from his body, not the strongest he had ever felt, by the weirdest. Matthew in his wisdom spoke a few words of welcome, but his mystery solider did not reply, instead the masked figure grabbed his stuffy helmet, and removed it revealing his face.

The man’s gray eyes seemed to sparkle with the new challenge, as he brushed his blond hair out of his eyes. All the while a wind swept up his blue cape revealing its glory, “You just can’t talk in those things,” He laughed abruptly, then stopped staring sternly into the young eyes of his opponent, “I think you must be mistaken child, I was motioning for a much taller person, “

“What the hell where like the same height!” The boy said his eye twitching.

“Yeah but usually they put up more of a fight when their taller,”

“Your insane,”

“Gladly,” The Man bowed slightly, then stood back up, “If it is a fight you want, then doing other wise would be difficult, I am Kazaisu the Archmage of wind, The bringer of Storms, And the master of the waves,”

“Long title, but how do you plan to fight without a weapon,” Matthew sneered, moving his legs further apart into a fighting pose.

“Oh deery me, it seems I have forgotten something, Excuses me a sec,” turning his back, he bent over to make it appear as though he was searching through something in the grass. Now Matt Deciding the money he would receive was far greater then the code he would be breaking chose to attack the man’s back. Charging forward he lashed down hard with his katana, now here is when the fun starts, as soon as the speeding steel made contact with the man’s cape, Matthew was sent flying backwards by an unknow force, landing hard on his back with a resounding thud. Then standing up as if nothing happened the man turned to see what had befallen his opponent.

“Rule one,” he said with a strangely twisted smile, “Always expect the unexpected, further more expect the expected if the unexpected doesn’t happen, just to be safe,”

“What are you blabbering about?” Matt groaned picking himself back to his feet.

“Elementary,” The Archmage laughed at the boys aggravated look, “You strut up here expecting me to be a great swords man, and I bet you even thought of several strategy’s to defeat said swords man. But you completely ignored the prospect of me being something other, and you believe I would let my guard down so quickly. Silly little boy, I wield no weapon, but my words, I need naught your physical means of battle, for mine are far more useful, now…dance” As the man of wind spoke with rapid movements of his left hand, o distract the boy he rose his other into the air, and about halfway through several arrows, made completely of ice surrounded it, unbeknownst to the kid, that at the last second he sent them flying towards the boy, who as a reaction leapt out of the way in a humorous fashion.

“What the…”

“Magic, now bring it on, your boring me,”

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