Prometheus Zion (Mikey B)

OoC: Yes, me and Mikey are finally going to finish a fight! And this time, we mean it.

BiC:

...The mind is a fragile thing...

In the meadow, in the cavern, in the volcano. It didn't matter where the fight would be held. It did not matter, because the location was insignificant to the actual battle itself. It could have been anywhere, anyplace in the world that took his fancy. And he had chosen there, where he had began.

A volcano towered in the background, shooting up into the azure sky above him. Black ash poured from its belching furnace of a peak, forming a small cloud in the distance above the mountain, a circle of darkened sky. He could sense it, though he could not grasp its power from so far. He would have to bring the Element of Fire towards him later, if the need became urgent.

To his left, a small stream was flowing with light blue water, waves and ripples moving across the banks. His face brightened lightly, it had been a long time since he had visited this village. He scanned the ground around him, the Element of Life in the trees and the grass he had created in what he liked to call his room, the huts and homes that were once filled with life completely empty, he had not tried to simulate the life that had lived here so many years ago. He would not bring back what he himself had taken, it was his own punishment.

I did many horrible things once, he thought, strolling through the gardens that were once filled with people, feeling the air on his massive body. The breezes gently stroked his uniform, the gi that was bonded to him, midnight black, almost pitch-black save for his symbol, the picture of the yin-yang emblem on his chest. Now I am clear, but still not as I once was. His black eyes pierced through the surroundings he himself had created, not making a sound as his dark boots crushed the grass, only for the green blades to rise when he lifted them. It is impossible to be fully good or fully evil, without evil there would be no good.

His arms, tattooed with the symbols of the Goddesses he worshiped, that had created him, stood in black ink on his flesh, on the bulging muscles of his body. His hands were covered in the black gauntlets with the spines sticking out, meaning only one thing was capable of happening in this old home of his.

He would do battle. He lived for fights, he wanted nothing more then to be the best. But always the question of why entered his mind. Why did anyone fight? There had to be something further then becoming the strongest, something more deep. Why did he fight?

And now he taught others to fight, teaching people who sought his knowledge, and wore the insignia of the master's soul. The yin-yang, two opposite sides, without which there would be no equality. He did not question he reasons for that, he already knew that he was always wanting people to grow stronger, to become better opponents for him to face.

The Jedi, legendary fighters who used a mystical power known as the Force, called it calming the soul. The man kept himself calm, neutral, as an imbalance could be deadly. He was a fused being, two separate entities that had joined together. And he knew this, but he was his own person.

He glanced up, his dark hair swaying in the wind, like the shadows of flickering flames. "It is almost time," he said, gazing up at the sun that shined over the small village. "Time to settle the long drawn-out score. I wonder how Gorin will find me." He glanced at his own form, calming his own power. He rarely gave off any energy, as the force was capable of destroying people. "If he really is as powerful as I believe him to be, he will find me. I have little doubt."

He looked straight, feeling the black sheath on his back. The crystal sword Thenatos gleamed in its sheath, the man's shadow looming in front of him as he kneeled, sitting down onto the grass cross-legged. He rested his palms on his knees, before soothing his breathing, relaxing and sinking into meditation.

Kenjin the Encorna was ready.

BiC: Damn, I'm good at intros! Let's have a good, clean fight. And by clean, I mean use every dirty trick you can to make it in your favor. I plan to.