Dybia kept looking around the roof for the man that would essentially be the referee for his fight. He had lost sight of the man when he jumped from the helicopter. I guess he's the watch and wait type of guy, Dybia thought to himself. He looked over to the other man who had been on the helicopter with him, who would be his opponent. He saw no visible weapons in his possession, so Dybia felt safe assuming this man would use either hand to hand or some kind of magic.

Dybia was no fool though, and he knew not to judge the way someone fought just from surface values. Any fighter in this tournament could be a wild card. For all he knew, the man here could use some type of summoning to bring out a weapon. They could have some type of telekinesis, or some other weird power.

The two fighters seemed to contrast each other's dress. The man Dybia saw wore nothing but black. While Dybia covered himself in a long white coat. It gave a nice feel to things in Dybia's mind. It made things seem simpler. White vs black. It was that simple to him.

"Well, guess there's no reason to wait," Dybia said, "Ready your self then."

Dybia took a simple fighting stance with his hands ready and waited a moment. He'd decided to take this fight slow and use his basic fighting style, and just use his fists for a bit. He stood there for a moment, his short hair shifting around in the wind, waiting for his opponent to take some kind of stance.

"And try not to die" ,He barked, waiting for his opponent to make a move.