[Round 1] Frozen Wasteland - Shadow Samus vs Hylian princess

Long ago, they said this place was a vista of great fortune, rich in the bounty of the sea and fertile soils. People would travel from all around to bask in the glory this town had to offer. Alas, nature proved a fickle and harsh mistress indeed. For one terrible day, the gentle winds became cold and bitter, the crops died, and the fish went to bluer waters. The polar ice cap shifted south, locking the serene town in the constant embrace of an unforgiving winter.

As if that were not enough, the colder weather brought with it more then ice and snow. The frosty winds brought whispers of death, decay, and demons most fowl. Eventually, the citizens resigned themselves to their fate, hunted down, or collapsed from cold. Prospect, the town of opportunity, became a ghost town, locked in a frozen wasteland, forever to sleep.

That is, until today. Once more the streets would ring with the sound of life, but not the ones a person would expect. Instead, a battle for survival and glory would echo through the hallowed stones and bitter cold. Again the town would see life, if only for it to be taken away once more.

That was where he came in.

Perched upon the tallest building, overlooking the deserted Town Square stood a man draped in robes of death. He placed his hand on the hilt of his sword. Anticipation tingled all over his body for this most unusual tournament to begin.

Kazuya Hayashi usually avoided these kinds of contests, but this time was different. Delegates from a place they called simply, ‘The Dome’ asked him to watch over a match in this tournament they held, and ensure a fair, honest fight between the two competitors. They were due to arrive any minute. In secret, he wished they would hurry up, for despite being a Shinigami, a brisk chill ran up his spine with every breath the wind took.

Life seemed to stand still as the landscapes shifted, lush green forests slowly being replaced by their colder, much more ruined icy brethren. The ice from many storms became unsettled to a newcomer, the thick frozen surface making horrible sounds with each footfall. The young traveler shivered, wrapping Raven black wings round his torso. Nothing could keep the coldness of the town out of his soul, it seemed.

Red eyes searched the barren landscape, taking in the ruins of a once great Utopia of prosperous mongers and farmers, now decimated beyond repair by Mother Nature. The young Angel wrapped his wings tighter around, continuing towards the center of the once bustling city. He secretly wished to be nearer a place full of warmth, but a close ally of his had mentioned a Tournament of sorts, and he couldn't refuse.

Ahiga turned towards a slight noise, watching the thin particles of snow and ice become disorganized in an updraft of frigid air. He'd known that he'd have to fight someone to advance, but how could anyone fight in a place as cold and lifeless as this? The other competitor was supposed to rendezvous around the main building in the plaza, but no life other than his own was visible.

Ahiga slowly sank to the ground, letting the snow blow over him in anticipation for the battle to come.