The flash of white light and a rather familiar-esque sight had Kanji momentarily drop his stance. No... he wasn't home, but this place sure made him feel homesick. He didn't get the memo on the fact that the arena could change.
But that, too, was familiar.
"Tch... a'right. Doin' it the old-fashioned way!" Swords? Fine. He whistled to the side, and from an alley his weapon of choice was tossed on in. He caught it, but let it stay in a folded position.
A folding chair...?
But he was grinning, and with the snap of his fingers on the free hand, the air had the brief scent of ozone. It was gone as quickly as it had come. Let's see what they think of a Spellblade (Elemental). May as well give the opponents a little slice of how he worked back home.
"Pretty boy's mine!" He whooped, and was already on the move to close the distance. Kanji Tatsumi was now on the way, swinging in on Sephiroth with no finesse, no discipline. But in the path made by the swung chair was that scent again... lightning magic.
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But that, too, was familiar.
"Tch... a'right. Doin' it the old-fashioned way!" Swords? Fine. He whistled to the side, and from an alley his weapon of choice was tossed on in. He caught it, but let it stay in a folded position.
A folding chair...?
But he was grinning, and with the snap of his fingers on the free hand, the air had the brief scent of ozone. It was gone as quickly as it had come. Let's see what they think of a Spellblade (Elemental). May as well give the opponents a little slice of how he worked back home.
"Pretty boy's mine!" He whooped, and was already on the move to close the distance. Kanji Tatsumi was now on the way, swinging in on Sephiroth with no finesse, no discipline. But in the path made by the swung chair was that scent again... lightning magic.