Akashi stood atop of the bank, as he watched the match play out. Well, match wasnt the best word for this. Brawl, was a more fitting term. Sure, Akashi enjoyed brawls, but Only when he knew what everyone was capable, like a bar brawl. These... Super bouts, were anything but predictable. Heck, one of these people, who had since left, after his brief appearance, had been able to summon demons. He found that rather interesting. He wished he could fight a few of them, but he didnt want to get involved in the fight. Soon the summoner left anyway. Oh well. Now, it seemed, there was only Metal-kinesis woman, The hawk lady that could meld into the Shadows- Which, with Akashi able to control Shadows, was able to sense her presence in the darkness, even if he couldnt see her precisely. So, really, the only thing to fear from the hawk lady, was her super strength. Which, to his Shadows, would be nothing. Then, there was the Metal-kinesis chick. Her only ability so far seemed to control metal. Nothing utterly spectacular, so far.<br/><br/>But then, there was the man the two were fighting. The crazy man, who had apparently started all of this.Akashi could see a faint distortion, and was able to sense movements in the shadows, from this energy the man was projecting. Seemed to be an ability very similar to Akashi's. And this intrigued him. He always wondered how such a battle would go. He concentrated, on the thought of his armor, that he had flattened across his back under his shirt. He willed it to expand, and arrange. The effect was much like that, of the old comic book Hero, Iron man, of the many pieces of armor sliding over one another, as it began to form his full body plate of armor. Once that was done, he held his hand out, and began to will his sword into its full form. The handle formed under his extended gauntlet, as the blade began to grow outward, until a black, pitch black as the night, and as wide as his shoulder, and nearly as long, as he himself was tall. He then rested the blade on his shoulder.<br/><br/>But he didnt want to get involved in this fight. It would be too much work. And besides, a fight like he wanted, He would want it to be one on one, not with injured stragglers distracting his foe.<span style="color: #FF0000">(I do not want an unfair matchup of that sorts. And I know, that these Heroes would not retreat at the order of one stranger.)</span>He thought to himself.<br/><br/>Just then, an all too familiar presence invaded his mind, as He entered his mental world; A large cave, to which, he seemed like and and, to a persons boot.<span style="color: #000000">(Then, Simply go out, and crush them all! Allow me to rampage, destroying all of your foes, in my apocalyptic inferno!)</span>A deep, demonic voice reverberated from deep within the cave. Just then, a pair of large, glowing red Dragon eyes appeared in the darkness.<span style="color: #000000">(Let me wreak my havoc across this city, so that we might claim our thrown, upon the top of the mountain.)</span>The voice continued.<br/><br/>Akashi just stood, Listening to this mental voice.<span style="color: #FF0000">(Shingaku, you know, as well as I do, you are sealed behind the bars of your cave. Any attempt to be removed, or remove yourself, and we will both meet Death, at a far sooner day.)</span>Akashi said to the eyes. The eyes simply glared back at him, before shutting, and vanishing once more. Akashi then returned his conscious thought to the corporeal world.