A dangerous thing know as ambition crept through the taller statue as he stood face to face with you, the last thing in the way of his goal, the singular wish he'd get from this competition. A cocky, devious smirk played his resin features, a heavy feeling in the air. His pet crow, arma, had already formed into the weapon of his choice, a long, sharp sword that could definitely cut through bone easily. There were only two ways this could go, you die or he dies. No in between. His mouth opened before he bit his bottom lip with a smirk, finally finding the right words to speak.

"So, just me and you, eh~?"