(Zero, I hope this sutes for an area for our battle, if not let me know and I will edit it. Sorry it's not longer.)

*The sun streching up, postioning itself to the high point of the sky. The buildings reaching up, looking as if to make contact with the sun. The sun rains down upon the once lifeless city, now riddled with life, people moving along the streets conversing with one another on different points and aspects of the day, life, and personal on-goings. Everyone walking, or sitting in local diners. A subtle breeze looms over the city pushing the leafs on the street trees. Cars of the local inhabitants line the sides of the streets, each one looking slightly different from the other but still all to similar. At the far edge of the city a man dawning a trench coat, with a muscle shirt and a long sleeved fish net under that, with standard black jeans and combat boots. His hair runs to the middle of his shoulder blades and black with blood red ends (in place of his brown hair), his face with fine yet bold features, and his eyes with different colors - one the color of green spring and the other a dark hazel.
Striding along the curbs of the street the residents look at him, with interest and some with hate. For they knew of the fateful night of his past, the oppressing gazes of those around him, the stare that he knew all to well, and felt all to much. It didn't matter though, he knew the reason why he was here, and the Shadow Mage was not leaving till it was finished. Walking away from the oppressing eye he steps into the middle of the street, looking down the road, waching, waiting.*

Kihan: It's time, now show yourself.

*Minutes after minutes pass by, Kihan still waiting calmly while the other still press their gaze. Looking at him as if trying to burn a hole into the back of his head.*