A white mist surround Ruan and Patrick. As the mist dissipates, they find their selves standing in an open field extending for several square miles. All that separates the combatants is a single row of grass extending 15 feet toward the bright blue sky and stretches 300 yards to each side. The only sound heard are the cries of birds flying at various altitudes. The ground is a cool plush grass and a gentle breeze drifts through the air. Oddly enough though the seeming grass barrier separating the combatants does not sway with the breeze. The center of the field holds a small lake and the field terrain is flat. There are numerous plant and floral growth adding an element of breathtaking beauty.
While the two eye each other, a white mist begins to swirl to the right of Ruan and Patrick. The white mist dissipates and a young Asian woman standing 5’ 7” dressed in a bleach white one piece which highlights her tan complexion stands to the right of the combatants, to the woman’s side stands a young male warrior in full battle armor. A gentle smile graces the woman’s lips as she waives her had toward the warrior as air surrounding him strikes with a cyclonic impact knocking him into the strands of grass separating Ruan and Patrick. The strands immediately wrap their selves completely around the warrior tightening around and cutting cleanly through armor and warrior. Severed pieces descend into the plush grass and consumed by the grass. In a soft sweet tone, the woman offers
“Please be careful not to touch things you do not know dears. Also, do not venture to high into the air loves.”
With that, she removes an apple and tosses it into the air. Dozens of birds descend toward the apple, the closest bird destroys the apple with it’s talons. The young woman continues
“Welcome to my island mighty warriors. Provide a good display of skills and one of you shall depart this island, disappoint and you both shall be nutrients to sustain my land. My island offers much beauty which can take your breath … and life away.”
Offering the last with a girlish giggle. The woman continues in the same soft sweet tone
“I would offer this suggestion, do not venture from this field as I will not be able to assure your survival. Mighty warriors, battle well, be watchful for little this and that’s which may make for an interesting contest. May the victor fight well and loser die well.”
She then sweeps her arms from her head downward as a white mist encompasses her before vanishing. The grass barrier between the two combatants forms into a white mist which encompasses Ruan and Patrick. As the mist vanishes, the combatants find their selves 1000 yards from each other while a light fog drifts across the field slightly disorienting the two. The woman’s voice echos through the fog.
“May the battle begin with Patrick, kill or die well”
(After the 3rd and 6th posts, field changes will happen)