Tuesday night. The "Rusty Rat" Underground Arena, Dark Town District.
Fyar stood in the dark corridor that led to the arena. The air here was hot and stuffy, carrying the smell of sweat and a faint, subtle scent of blood. From the arena, the roar of hundreds of spectators could be heard.
After staying up all night studying his opponent, Fyar decided to use poison. With his Neutralize power, as long as he could slash his opponent just once, victory would be in his grasp.
He took out a clean cloth from his pocket and a small bottle containing a thick, dark purple liquid. With slow and careful movements, he poured the liquid onto the cloth, then wiped the tip of his katana's blade. A faint, slightly sour aroma was barely perceptible.
Good thing Kail was willing to tell me where to buy this, Fyar thought to himself. He then put the cloth into his pocket and started walking out to the arena.
