@gloomstinger wants to shadow box.
        jinwoo couldn't help the amused smile that slipped across his face at the scene that was unfolding before him. the inky blackness in front of him, the boy that had stepped into the coliseum beside him. the sprawling expanse of the arena was familiar, though jinwoo noted that the damage his earlier fight had caused had already been repaired. swept aside to prepare for a new challenge. the one before him. or, them, the monarch supposed he should say. a flicker of his gaze settled upon the black-haired man beside him, head tilted curiously for just a moment. he seemed normal, all things considered, but that meant nothing here.
    his eyes were pulled away, however, as the shadows before them began to writhe, solidifying into two distinct shapes. familiar shapes. and oh, wasn't that interesting? did they really think they could beat him this way?
    regardless. â Come forth. â the darkness that bled from his shadow, tendrils of ink eating up ground like a hungry thing, was deeper than the imitations before them could ever hope to be. and as his soldiers dragged themselves from the darkness, their king nodded to the other fighter in acknowledgment.
    â I hope you don't mind insects. â
