Raziel Nael  	Of course this was how things were going to have to start. An audible sigh escaped his lips as he lifted himself up from the ground. Whatever the case may be, it seemed Genryuzaemon was one for speeches. It was almost as bad as his old man's lectures, but at least it was from a new speaker for once. The headache he had only seemed to get worse the longer he listened, and with one hand pressed against his forehead he made his way towards the Oni. His long and elegant robes shrouded most of his movement, and by the time the Oni had finished giving his speech Raziel Na'el was positioned several feet in front of him. A pleasant smile was all that he gave the Oni lord, and waited for the being to finish their speech before he said or did anything himself. Hell, Na'el didn't even believe he could interrupt the speech with how loud of a mouth the man seemed to have. It was impressive, and when everything was said and done it seemed the perfect stage was set for him to finally test the
Raziel Nael  	abilities of the man in charge. All he could do to start was inhale deeply," Quite the speech you've given. Color me impressed." His tone was littered with disinterest," Since you've seen to give an open invitation I will take you up on that offer. It is nothing personally against you, but I have been interested in testing the extent of your abilities." With a snap of his fingers the air around his hand began to shimmer and distort. After a few moments a dazzling blade appeared before him, and with his right hand he would take hold of its hilt," Where i come from it is customary to give each competitor's name before they start the duel, but since everyone knows your by heart I will start with my own. Raziel Na'el is what I'm known by, and I will try not to bore you." With that everything was set, and the competitors were in their places. Genryu's challenge was met, and Na'el wasn't going to let his opponent have the first strike. He brought his right arm up, well over his left
Raziel Nael  	shoulder, and swung it forward. As his hand reached the point where it was fully extended he released the blade from his grip, allowing it to fly towards Genryu at an alarming speed. While this happened his left hand began to glow with power, a light purple sigil of power slowly but steadily growing above the open palm of his left hand. There was no muttering, nor was there any form of magical tool used for his incantations. Genryu would only know what exactly the spell was when Na'el decided it was time to cast it. -d-
Genryuzaemon  	Well at least one of them would step forward. But what truly mattered was they all finally shut up. That's what he liked about the sheep. They can't stand up to the lion. They all know what he's capable of. It made the Oni Lord grin. Now this is more like it. This is the mood he's been needing. The kind of mood where people antagonize him but are too afraid to even step forward or announce their opinions. They know it's hopeless. Only the truly brave were ever going to step forward. And so... one did. Some new face. He's never seen this one before. And he was well enough aware that he's been speaking with a sarcastic tone. He surely looked like he had much to say but felt it wouldn't be to his benefit. They can think the Oni Lord is foolish all they want... "Oh? Well then, you're in luck. The real fights that mattered in the land of Rei-Zhing were one to make you state your name and titles", he also got into position, club at the ready on his right hand over his right shoulder, his
Genryuzaemon  	nodachi on his right, and smiling before he shifted into stance. "I am the Oni Lord of Thunder, ruler of Naraka, Lord of Shangri-La, Embodiment of Gluttony. Genryuzaemon will kill anyone who disappoint him!" at that, he watched his blade, and when he flung it, he would easily shift his weight to a side to dodge it, seeing it pass by. And what was weird was it still looked and felt like a thrust that had the weight of the hand behind it. His eyes were locked on the left hand of his. He was obviously preparing a spell. If he thought he couldn't come to him from this distance, he's got another method. The Oni Lord lifted his club away from his shoulder and prompted to stab the mighty maced weapon into the ground and create a forced wave against the ground, crumbling anything in its path and hitting Nael where he stood. It was the simplest he will do to try and see how fast on his feet he is. [e]