Bit vs Tabris

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Shinobi Rumble

• Area = 100x100 meters.
  
• 20 meters apart.
  
• FTA disabled.
  

The say was brisk, as the sun shined bright above the arena Bit found him self in. Sporting his bright red Kumogakure Headbadn, Bit would stand about 15 meters away from his opposition. Bit was dressed in his usually battle attire, sporting armor that was giving to him by the village. It was free once he was approved to become a part of the Special ops corps in Kumogakure. The protectors cover his arms, Torso, Legs, and Also his face. The masked that covered the teenager's face was also apart of the attire he dressed in, The mask was mostly white, with Black lines swishing across the left side of it. But Bit would have his mask placed upon the left the side of his face. Last but not least the boy wore a chain that was giving to him by his mother for his 13 birthday, it was no normal Chain it with the Sharingan engraved to it, it hung down to about the center of the boy's chest, right in front of his sternum.

'Ready for war.' The boy though to him self as his crimson eyes set upon the man that looked as if he had been through a couple of wars. Moving his hand in a orderly fashion Bit would stand with one Kunai in his left hand. 'Welp here goes nothing.' He thought as he looked upon his opponent.

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Sharingan^III
Full ANBU armor

[Śākyamuni]

Emiya stood inside the grated panel, a flawless fingers tracing the worn and rusted pattern of the Gates. These portals into an area on blood would open momentarily and spill forth himself and his opponent. Soon the call would come up, and they would be called into the arena, how deeply would he be outclassed today? He knew not.
His bottom line of today's mental summary was not yet written.

He had no foolish expectations, or preconceptions of his ability to keep up with this particular opponent.
He wasn't even thinking about victory at this moment, he was wondering how to optimize the potential damage he would take.
Ah: and here came the signal to enter the arena.
As the portal plunged upwards, Emiya entered the arena, a breeze of a most convinced sort blew across the field. A ripple most ominous. As Emiya would walk towards his pre-designated starting point, he looked around the field, taking in his surroundings with a peaceful air. A thin façade against the present future.

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>All in Bio<

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