Room 3

As the man finished his introductions, a void of Quintessence ripped itself through the air, opening a portal within the realm. A dull grey hue filled the surroundings, while the sudden stench of decay began to pervade through the air.

Before long, a boot was seen exiting the portal, followed by another, and soon an entire man stood within the arena, staring around the room. As soon as he was through, the portal gave in on itself, shrinking to a miniscule point and then vanishing completely. Left behind now, Ragnarok continued to take in his surroundings. Calm red eyes gazed through the room, taking special notice of the man who had introduced the fight.

Ragnarok wore a long, black cloak, wrapped tight around his shoulders and held together at the throat by a pitch black skull pendant. The cloak had no pockets, and traveled down to his ankles, revealing black combat boots upon his feet. His arms extended through the sleeves, pale skin peeking out from within. His hair was white, the color of snow, and hung about his head in a disheveled mess.

"An Inquisitor, hmm?" Reaching within the cloak, his arm came free with a pack of cigarettes, opening the box and pulling one of the sticks out. Placing the cartridge upon his lips, the object lit itself as he took a long puff, inhaling deeply. Depositing the pack once more within his cloak, deft fingers grasped the item from his lips and lifted it away, smoke beginning to rise from the corners of his mouth, only to disperse completely into the air moments later. "I wonder what Pain will think of that."

And so he stood, taking a puff of his cigarette every so often and waiting for his opponent to show.

Watching with obvious curiosity as the field began to change into a green pasture, his eyes began to roam around the room once more, before finally taking in the image of the man who entered afterwards. It was obvious that he had been the source of the effect. Listening calmly to his words, a small smirk began to lift at the corners of his lips. Slowly reaching his hand within the cloak once more, he pulled out a large book, about the size of a large version bible, decorated with runes of an ancient text. "If only it were possible. Still, I think this will be a fun one.

Opening the large book, he balanced it open his forearm and stared down at the runes within. Using his finger to travel down the page, he found the section he had been searching for and looked up at the man with the pillow once more. "Well, there's no point in wasting anymore time right? The sooner we begin, the sooner you can go back to bed, right? So, shall we begin?"

Turning his eyes back to the book, he began to chant the runes, his voice echoing throughout the room as the air began to smell like death and decay once again. The stench began to pervade the air, spreading out from the pages of his book and filling the entire area. Two sentences he read, and almost instantly upon finishing, a crack ripped through the earth. Splitting the area apart, it left a jagged and gaping crater, out of which mangled bodies began to crawl from. Their forms were torn, tattered, ripped apart. Some were missing limbs, others were missing entire halves of their bodies. Some had no legs and dragged themselves along with their arms, others limped and crawled. All were obviously dead, souls screeching at the world for the wrong the were committed. As the began to pool from the crater, they all angled themselves towards Los, crawling over there brethren with indifference and cruelty, all aiming to take the opponent down themselves. Even as they crawled towards the foe, more began to pool from the crater and fill the room.

Meanwhile, on the opposite side of the crater, Ragnarok stood staring out across the field.

With a grin, Ragnarok watched as his undead army began it's descent back within the hole, his lips curving into a near demented smile. "Good, good. If you couldn't handle that much, this wouldn't even be fun."

Slamming the book shut, Ragnarok deposited the item within his cloak once more, his right hand extending to the side as his palm outstretched. Using Temporal Energy, he froze everything within the new crater, including the earthen hands that were preparing to come out in search of him. Anything beneath the level of earth that they stood upon was frozen within time, unable to move or continue until Ragnarok willed it. He stood now, on a disc of a pale, whitish energy, holding him up in the air so that he didn't fall through the opening in the earth and thus freeze himself, along with everything else. The outstretched palm began to quiver and tremble, his entire arm shaking faintly as a sudden void split through the air, and vanished just as suddenly. After it had left, however, Ragnarok held within his palm an item. A weapon.

It's name was Dinok Krezah. It was a monstrous double-bladed scythe, 8 feet in length from the butt of the snath to the point that the dual blades began to curve outwards. The snath was made of a mysterious black metal, somewhat glossy as it shone in the light. Once the snath reached the blades, however, the material began to change into that of a red crystalline substance. Each blade curved for about two feet before ending in an all too sudden point, the edges of both blades jagged and sharp, ready to rip and shred through any material. Although the weapon was taller than even Ragnarok himself, he held it within one hand as if it were a twig, swinging it around for a moment to test out the air, before turning his attention to Los with another grin.

"Dinok Krezah. It's beautiful isn't it? Some craftsman on a very distant planet made it for me as a gift, and I have used it ever since. Quite resilient, the damn thing. Now. Inquisitor, shall we cease the pleasantries?" Launching himself towards the opponent, Ragnarok bounded through the pasture with unnatural speed, coming to a sudden stop about 7 feet in front of Los, swinging his right arm in a wide arc to cleave Los in half at the waist. The motion was quite flashy, and meant to draw attention, as his left hand was hidden within Ragnarok's cloak, the same pure white form of energy as he had used to avoid falling within the crater began to form a small ball of condensed energy within his palm. The energy gave off no traces other than its color, which made it good for sneak attacks or blindsides. It made no noise, had no scent, and should anyone try to sense it with other means, they would feel nothing. An emptiness. The only way to monitor the energy was with sight, so Los would have to look at his left hand to see what was taking place, while being distracted by the large weapon coming to cleave him in half. Even as the scythe would make contact with Los, Ragnarok's left hand shot from his cloak, suddenly tossing the ball of energy directly at Los' left shoulder, intending to take him while he dodged the weapon.