Two black swords crossed on his back, Adyr unfolded his pristine white wings and glided from Collossith's massive head down to the arena. He descended without hurry, under every watchful gaze, and landed before the Umbraen's five-man team, the low thud of his boots echoing across the marble floor.
"You look far too confident for someone about to fight 5 opponents alone." The man at the front spoke first, the tank of the team, a Rank 2 Practitioner, as his voice carried the hard edge of someone used to being the wall others hid behind.
His skin was paper-white, his eyes a solid black without iris or white to soften them. The bulk of his frame, the heavy round shield braced on one forearm, and the blunt pressure of his presence made him look built to endure. As a Nether Path Practitioner with [Resilience], he was the kind of shield that promises a grinding, punishing fight, more fortress than man.
