[OOC || Hm, for this fight.. I'll use the persona of my Soul Eater Weapon Meister.]<br/><br/>[Full Image of Leon] (http://i191.photobucket.com/albums/z120/SSJFierceleon/ce-troy.jpg)<br/>(http://i191.photobucket.com/albums/z120/SSJFierceleon/TroyClose.jpg)<br/><br/>His gloves were strapped on tightly, fists clenching and unclenching to test the wear of the fabric.<em>Hm, the air is stagnant here.. Much blood and chaos has ensued here. I can tell,</em>he thought to himself. His arm strayed from be ind crossed with the other, a firm hand gripping his blade tightly. Apart from his jacket, his clothing was snug, but not too tight. He had to have maneuverability, as well as agility. The man wasn't a powerful fighter, at least not as powerful as some, so he made up for it with his technique and speed.<br/><br/>Leon, awaiting his opponent, stood in the arena alone. In the stands, thousands cheers, while thousands of others booed. Everyone had their favorite fighters, and today was no different. The roar of the crowd was something that never fazed Leon, not even when he'd first set foot in the arena. Charisma. That was something Leon had always been known for, despite his uncanny ability in battle. Rumors had it that Leon was so charismatic, that he could win a fight just by wooing his opponent. To his own credit, it had happened once, but he'd never admit it to a real opponent.<br/><br/>Minutes ago, he'd been in the arena's preparation chamber. A room specifically designed to block out the roar of the crowd, as well as allow the next fighter a chance to ready himself in any way they could. He remembered wondering who this "Battleheart" was and thinking back to when and why he'd challenged the revered warrior. It was a month ago, having overheard a conversation over the eighth straight victory for Battleheart, Leon wished to know more about the great warrior and why he was so skilled. So, Leon sent word that he was challenging the dignified fighter and wanted there to be no doubt in anybody's mind that Leon was not joking, nor was he going to back down.<br/><br/>Leon snapped back to reality when he heard the announcer call out his opponent's name. "Evvvvbannn!! Battlehearrrrt!!!" roared the announcer in that patented, bellow that seemed to be required of every fighting announcer in the world. Leon smirked as he watched, awaiting the Champion to come forth. "Hm, I've been looking forward to this..."