Thread: Matrix Spar: Oneironaut vs. No-Name (2)

The wind swirled in periodically, streaming through the obstacle course of tall bamboo trees which surrounded the two fighters. On each passing breeze, droves of dead, Autumn leaves would cascade in between the figures standing across from each other. There was just barely enough room between the trees to be able to manuever during the fight, but it would have to prove sufficient. This will either be a very close-quarters battle, or a long range battle which must be played around scores of thin bamboo shafts. Whatever the case, it should prove challenging for both.

Oneironaut stood with his feet - bound in Tabi ninja boots - about shoulder length apart. The rest of his black dogi hung loosely around body, yet tucked securely into the tops of shin and forearm guards. The only things that were showing were his hands - wrapped in black, fingerless gloves - and his head, wearing a black face-wrap that covered his jaw and bridge of his nose only, leaving the eyes and top of his bald head exposed.

Dark brown eyes stared forward at No-Name, his fingers curling inward and outward, pulsing, repeatedly cracking the joints of his knuckles until the sound completely disappeared and his fingers hung relaxed. Above each shoulder, two un-identical sword hilts were visible. One sword was a black and red katana, a red sash coiled down the length of the hilt, and hanging on it's own, to about six inches from the butt. The other sword was much shorter. A tactical weapon. The handle had a cut running vertically along its length, separating one side of the hilt from the other. One his forearms, the guards which kept his body safe also served another purpose. They held an array of shuriken in individual slots. They were all various shapes and designs, but more or less uniform because they were mostly hidden beneath the black fabric slots. With six on each arm, that allowed him safe carriage of twelve deadly throwing weapons, which - with a little precision - could prove to be an extreme asset in this battle.

Giving a slight grin, hidden beneath the black fabric over his face, he called out to No-Name over the soft howl of an passing crosswind, "You ready?"