<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong></strong></span><div align="center">Raphael vs Risir</div>[/b][/size]Risir Balthier when it was his turn to enter the arena Risir Balthier would make a slow steady entrance before turning to the crowd  and giving a light grin. "As it turns out my last opponent got cold feet and ran out on me," he called out the crowd. "You heroes are simply cowards and it's finally dawned upon them the difference between me and the rest of you," he said his hand gesturing in the air. "Even your champion must hide behind rules to fight me," he continued red eyes scanning the crowd before he'd fold is arm and turn to the opposite entrance. "I have no intention of wasting my time today, so if there are any fools itching to bleed come on out," he called. "Risir Balthier issue's a open challenge for any warrior thinking they can withstand the might of a immortal," he called waiting to see if someone would indeed come out to accept his challenge.<br/><br/>Raphael jumped down landing deftly on the dusty arena floor as frost spread out beneath his feet making a slick spot where he stood.  “You of defiant tongue and boisterous deed, I will be your opponent then.  I am Raphael of Siberia and we will see which of us is the stronger!”  Raphael drew Glacial heart, his broad sword from it’s sheathe and waited for Risir to do the same.  “I have never been one to strike a man who was not ready for battle.”  He called to him as the chanted their names with boos and cheers; especially Raphael as the crowd wasn’t exactly sure how to feel about him.  His purple eyes looked out at them for just a moment, one eye always focused on Risir incase he tried to attack him.<br/>