Enter: Arachnis III

 From far overhead, passing from the northern region, the soar of the jetstream screaming at the friction of a passing body filled the air. It was an ambience easy to ignore, however, very present. To those whom paid it any mind, hardly a blip was rewarded to their vision, weaving in and out of the clouds with minimal effort.

A violet tail brandished it's figure, fading in it's absence over the scene of the Koar happening across two combatants. It stopped, but at the sight of the combatants? Less than likely, perhaps the appearance of a full-grown Koar had riveted it's attention many times fold.

The screech against the air sounded off it's descent, growing as it neared, incrementing in volume. It’s presence was no longer a mystery. The air grew damp, and the air adopted a cold, and empty quality. One riddled with depravity, overflown by it…
A loud crack sounded off puncturing the surface, a thunderous shockwave encircled it, extending in a ring fashion with a fair accumulation of dust to spew at those around. A dent littered with tattered soil, shattered under the indent sculpted with a mere fist, came to view as the smoke cleared.

From within, rose a…. Thing.
From what seemed to be a kneeling position, it stood once more. Humanoid, hardly under six feet in height. Metallic pants with a unique design, likely the work of a blacksmith, for it looked fairly new. The dust seemed to slow, captured by a presence that disrupted the natural balance of the wind’s demands. Suspended; The dust began to sway, darkening in it’s presence, consumed by something… -Else-

Darkening, it phased into a violet fog that shrouded it’s face into a faint silhouette. Visibility crawling up his form, one could not only tell he was depraved by the sickening feeling that developed in his form, but by the slow moving entities latched to his form. Rather than an occult’s aura dancing upon his body like flames to fuel, tendrils of the void buoyantly hovered about, swaying blindly in a serpentine fashion.

His torso was revealed, exposed, leathered and reddened from the looks of it. Scars of battle and war littered it entirely, obviously a veteran of battle, and combat, yet oddly enough signs of impalement are also present; One could question through all the scabbing how he was even alive. This flesh, when speculated to a certain degree could be diagnosed not as human flesh, but as Yokai-hide. To it’s seems, it was seared to his body, and stitched in with occultistic flames and static.

A brief blair of the wind, and personal manipulation allowed for the ghastly aura of fog to reveal a section of his face, his right side, charred to an irreversible degree. Lines of an orange presence lined in veins that crawled through his face, pouring into the pit of void upon his face, that would prove to be his eye socket. The gleam of pure magical energy glown a crimson red from such, as though an eye of it’s own.

“Well, Well.. Well… “
White-noise sounded off behind his voice, scratching loudly as he spoke. The crackle behind his speech mirrored Yokai means of communication. In a radio-voice, he continued on- It’s origin, seemingly bouncing around those around him, as though omnipresent.
What do we have here..”