Match 1, Underground Tournament- Itami Kurushii vs. Shiki Game

Itami Kurushii sat in one of two waiting rooms, patiently awaiting the opening of the doors. Itami looked down, making sure everything on his person was in place. His dark blue armor was fine, as were it’s many markings (Itami’s version of a trophy). On the front were his Assassin Markings (engraved after successfully completing his Assassin Training), while on the back were his Black Lotus markings, as were his miscellaneous achievements, such as his not-so glamorous victory of the Tournament of The Elements.
Most of his foes did not even bother to show up, and the one that did surrendered immediately. Nonetheless, Itami had engraved himself a trophy, reminding himself of this horrid event (it was on his back, so he couldn’t see it).

All of his weapons were securely sheathed, bound by small water-based locks, which required a person to move water into a correct column, and freeze it in place to open it, which could be easily opened at a moment’s notice. Itami gently moved his fingers in a fluid motion, opening the lock for his bow. He took it out, flourishing it slightly to get his hands used to it.

While he waited, he decided to reflect on the day’s events. He had been badly wounded in a fight with Prince John Itaruki, his old student, and had only a precious few days to recover. Alas, the Underground tournament had accepted him anyway, and here he was, his wounds sealed, though they still caused him a fair bit of pain. Being a masochist, however, this did not bother him one bit. In fact, it lifted his mood.

Not a moment too soon, the gates slowly swung open, revealing the battlefield, and his opponent. The battlefield was a large, rocky expanse, in the shape of a circle, with a 25 x 20 foot lake in the middle, which was about 30 feet deep. The opposite gates opened, and Itami could just make out an outline that fit a description he had heard just a few days ago. “Shiki Game…” Itami said, loud enough for her to hear. “I’m told Prince John has taken a liking to you.” he continued, taking the tip off of an arrow, and firing it at Shiki, as he ran toward the middle. Quickly sheathing this, and taking out his sword, he also fired icicles from the lake in the middle of the arena, some of which purposely went to Shiki’s sides, though the majority went straight toward her.

Itami stopped at the edge of the lake, standing on the water, by freezing the water underneath his feet. “Also, I’m told he has taken you on as a student. Since I was HIS master, I suppose that makes me your grand-master.”

“Let’s see if you live up to his expactations.”

"Why would I care? I am not his student, I have no teacher. Prince John is my friend, so you might want to get your facts straight.” Shiki said, sauntering out in a cocky manner. As she sauntered, she completely ignored the ice thorns heading toward her, and the explosive arrow. Ouch. The icicle pierced her stomach, though it was unclear whether it pierced an organ or not. Then again, at the force it was thrown, it was likely.

The explosive arrow hit her dead on as well, seeing as she didn’t make any effort to dodge it. It exploded right on her chest, which would certainly cause her to fly backwards, at the very least. “My agents saw him talk to you about a training time. I’ve no idea of the details between that, just an assumption. Though, my agents also saw you two share quite the passionate kiss, so maybe it’s more than that? Teacher or not, John has certainly taught me something. I had no idea that emotional scars could heal with the aid of an outside force. This merits further research…” Itami said, musing to himself.

He stepped back a few steps, standing right behind the pool of water, so now the pool of water was between them (not by exact distance, but still). “But, enough of my ranting. I have better places to be. Let’s end this quickly, little death-girl.”