Battle In The Sands (Open)

If not obvious, this is a spar, spectators welcome, whateverrrs (:

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An Island of sand, Bikanel. In amongst this desert laid machina which was mostly found by the Al-Bhed, left overs found by Sicarious Developments, which caused a few fueds with some of the Al-Bhed. However, business wasn't Avalon's reason for being there on this occasion. Avalon had sent out an invataion to all the worlds if anyone would like to spar. It didn't have to be with her, whoever came was welcome to fight anyone they would like.

The girl stood on top of a rather large sand dune, she had set a tracker so that others would be able to lacate her in this big desert. The day was a nice day, a moderate breeze flowed through the desert, lifting the sands only to ankle level. There was no cloud in the blue sky, as always in this desert. Avalon was wearing less clothes than normal due to the heat. She wore a white, short sleeved, button up shirt with a blue bowtie, a pair of denim black short shorts, a pair of black thigh high socks and her usual black high top sneakers, her laces done up well in order to keep the sand out. She held her black military jacket over her shoulder as her gunblade was in the other hand, ready and loaded.

Avalon stood there wondering who would come. She had wanted to get some training done so she could defend herself even better and this seemed the best way to do it, putting her skills into practical use. She hadn't arranged this battle for pride of winning, however, other may have come in order to prove their strength. None the less, the invite was there for others to come and Avalon was ready to fight.

Tonor continued to walk though the sands. He had came hearing that someone wished to spar. Now, Tonor usually never do things like this unless there be some sort of pay involved. Though, the last time he was in the sands, he really didn't have a chance with his skills. This would be a perfect chance to test his true abilities with someone most likely a change in pace of what he normally fought.

With the weather being slightly nicer than normal, it was still a frying pan to Tonor. With that, he had simple brown t-shirt and brown shorts on. Mostly for function on his end, being that his armor was making his body sweat like no other. He held his sword over his shoulder like most do, feeling a cool sensation by it touching him. He was getting annoyed walking in the desert, with most objects being a blur to him.

Finally he spotted what looked like a person on top of a large sand dune. Unable to make out the object well, he sighed, "Hello?" he called out. Unable to see far away objects correctly really bothered him.