Another Fight [Cio]

*Here I am... Once again... Fighting...*

There was a hush inside the arena. A golden tailed being walked out from a dark hallway that was connected to the arena. He kept his head low, letting his dark red hair cover over his eyes to hide his expression.

*I don't like to fight... But some how I got into this*

When he reached the center of the area, the crowd busted into an angry mob and starting tossing things like their beverages and food. They hated him, but why? Why hate him?

*Because I'm different. No matter where I go... there's always someone who hates me for my blood; the blood of a murderous race...*

Another figure stepped forward.

*So is this who I fight? Fine then.*

OoC: I forgot who I said I was using, so I'm using Andrew since he's the only one willing to do something like this.

BiC:

Everything was going as planned, at least, up to where the plan had been developed. And, since the demon had been the one to configure it, that wasn't very far into it. But to him, that was a mere triviality. He just wanted to fight, a fight to make him feel glorious. It'd been a while since something like that had come along.

So, it was no wonder that when the time came, and when he stepped into the arena, the crowd roared to the point of an ear splitting volume. Psh, I asked them to create hype for me, but not this much. No matter, I can deal. All that matters is that I win this fight. Everything else can be dealt with separately. With that mindset, he waltzed onto the battle field as though he owned it.

Despite its rocky terrain and jagged crevices, the arena made for an interesting battle field which would keep them both at an equal advantage. Or so he was told by the higher ups. Apparently they'd paired him up with someone who the crowd would love to hate. And him, who the crowd would love to love, would balance it out to appeal to a broader audience. He was their meal ticket, and they were his. Besides, he would do anything for an ego boost.

This is supposedly someone weaker than me, but challenging enough for me to not have to fake it. I hear they lie, but what does it matter to me. I'll win no matter who they pit me up against, cause that's just how I roll. No matter how infamous or egotistical they are, I'll double it! Once he'd prepared his self loving nature for the upcoming brawl, he drew his sword and smoothed back his hair. First order of business: make sure the doo was in commission. And, I'm beautiful as always.

He promptly continued his walk toward his opponent. Once he was within arms length of him, he gruffly extended his limb in an awkward attempt to show some sort of sportsmanship, “Hey, good luck.” Quickly, he lowered his voice and added, “you'll need it.”