@nihilitysend issues a challenge.
        the sand gave easily under his feet as jinwoo walked, the sound of cheering filling his ears even as the sun warmed his skin. his blood was hot and thrumming in his veins, his breath steady as it expanded his lungs. around him, the coliseum sprawled, no stranger to the blood and struggles of battle. and across from him, stood his opponent. a woman, as dark-haired and dark-eyed as he himself was, her gaze holding a weight that reflected his own. there was a spark of kinship there, perhaps, but such things didn't concern jinwoo in that moment.
    because his blood was buzzing, the sun was scorching, and the monarch of shadow was burning for battle. and as he took the few final steps to confront her in the center of the arena, jinwoo's fingers uncurled, electricity sparking across his palms as a dagger crackled to life in each hand. his stance was set easy, his body light, weight balanced on the balls of his feet and daggers held loosely in front of him. and as he set eyes upon his opponent, he smiled.
    ❝ Ready when you are. ❞