Deep, melodic breathes would enter and leave the golden-eyed student as he sat in wait for his match to start. The room he waited in this time was different than the one he had been in before it. Instead of sitting in the dark janitorial closet, Mitha'lo was laying down the locker room adjacent to the arena. It's gray painted walls caused the red love seats to pop out with blue lockers standing up in ranks of four. His legs hung over the edge of his seat while his head rested down on the seat. His improvised bed offered much comfort to Mit; a weaker willed man would have started to doze off and fallen asleep. He however was focused on his breathing techniques. If his match was against someone like Max, he'd have to keep his lungs open and monitor his stamina. Ditto went for his clothes. He was forced to change into a new set of clothes. A pair of pants and boots that weren't covered in holes and burnt up.

Since his match with Max, Mitha'lo had recovered his strength and stamina thanks to proper medical assistance from the nurses on stand-by. The female's gave his side glances every few minutes. They had found him to be both attractive and menacing. A combination of traits liked by some woman. During that period Mitha'lo focused on himself instead of the nurses around him. The fighter would meditate and handle his weapon in preparation of his next fight. Once his new pair of clothes arrived Mitha'lo left the company of the medical professionals in favor of solitude.

Thankfully there were a few hours and rounds between matches. This allowed Mit to recover his aura and stock up on several rounds of missing ammo. This process of hand loading and preparing his ammunition had become a meditation-like ritual over the years. The way one had to load the Dust powder into the casings. The snapping shut of each round before locking them into the chamber. A million woman and treasures couldn't compete against the relaxation Mitha'lo felt during this process. Yet his time sitting away was cut short when the eleventh-hour had come.

"The next match will soon begin. Dusty Ghrian! Mitha'lo Asters! In the second round!" The announcement broke through Mitha'lo's zen. The man in question would release an irritated groan as he snapped his last bullet into place. Slowly he rose from his love-seat and equipped Rend and ammo case. The sound of his boots tapping against the laminated floor snapped the silence in half. His repaired Visor, which looked perfectly fine even after his last fight, hung around his neck. Being properly equipped, Mitha'lo went straight into the arena. A dark hall was nothing more than a few yards of mental preparation. As the roar of the crowd surged through his body, Mitha'lo started to raise his hood. It would cover move of his head, yet a few strands of bangs would escape into the stage lights. The arena was once again bright and filled with roaring crowds. "They really love fighting huh?" He asked himself before heading to the center of the arena.

Mitha'lo would raise his gun-sword Rend into the air to humor the audience. A quick draft would flap the back of his jacket. The word 'Purify' would wave in the air. It was a secret sign of his goal and wishes. To not just purify the world of humanities filth. But also understand his self turmoil and doubts. To be pure forever.

Mitha'lo kept his face up for the sake of ensuring his cover as a student was kept up. Well it wasn't so much a cover as it was a secondary identity. However in his heart of hearts the dark-clothed man found it annoying that all these eyes were on him. He wanted this tournament to grant him some leeway with the Priests and higher members of the organization. The Cult would be pleased if one of their own proved he was stronger than Vytal's students. Yet there was one last desire that Mitha'lo held deep within himself. The development of his own power through this tournament. His progress had not yet reached a plateau, yet if he wished to please all those above him, he'd have to offer up prove of his worth.

Then Dusty emerged onto the arena floor. The younger man was looking equally ready and dashing in his own right. Unlike Max before him, Dusty was approved by Mitha'lo's visual appraisal. Quickly the blonde lowered Rend and rose his visor's to his forehead. Just before Dusty got to Mitha'lo, a strange thought crossed the man's mind. He would tilt his head and look at the boy's face with interest to inspect him. There had been something familiar about his visage and features that was nagging at Mitha'lo's mind. While taking Dusty's hand and shaking it, Mitha'lo gave a hollow, "Yeah. Back at you... Say," He continued now with more interest. "I've heard a little about you. You were in Setek a few months back right? And at the scene of the huge Grimm that attack the island?"

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*Speed Reloaders X 6 (10 Bullets Each)
- 2 Fire Dust Clips
- 1 Ice Dust Clip
- 1 Wind Dust Clip
- 1 Kinetic Dust Clip
- 1 High Impact Round Clip
* 2 Crystal Balls

Oh yes. That was were Mitha'lo knew Dusty from. His description matched one of the students who went against his brethren while seeking out the Princess. The news had spread quickly enough on all fronts to meet even Mitha'lo's ears on Vytal. This realization granted a boon to an uproaring chuckle that resonated in the agent's throat. To Dusty's second question Mitha'lo would nod and play off the laugh as if he was going along with his joke. "Yes yes maybe." In truth the opportunity to test the mantle of Dusty was what made Mitha'lo laugh. It was a chance to see what kind of power took care of his brothers and sisters in Setek.

Mit would follow Dusty's lead and back away from his opponent. As he brought down his Visor and loaded a High-Impact clip into Rend Mitha'lo allowed a bright smile to crack across his lips. "This should be a test like no other." The blonde would say just before he spun on his back heel. For a moment he waited for Dusty to make a move. However when the younger student deferred to Mitha'lo the man's smile shrank to a more natural smirk. "Aye. Don't cry afterwards. If only all you freshmen were like this." Mitha'lo stood at the ready for a long and drawn out moment.

His visor was quickly analyzing Dusty's figure and registered his dimensions. After waiting there for roughly ten seconds, Mitha'lo raised Rend and fired the first shot. He'd first need to learn about Dusty's fighting style. His weapon was obvious to him. Yet the tricks and techniques he used needed to be seen. Max had been easy to figure out. But this new opponent was a different beast. After the first round was fired, Mitha'lo ran around the edge of the ring, firing off another shot four seconds into his sprint.

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*Speed Reloaders X 6 (10 Bullets Each)
- 2 Fire Dust Clips
- 1 Ice Dust Clip
- 1 Wind Dust Clip
- 1 Kinetic Dust Clip
- 8 High Impact Rounds
* 2 Crystal Balls

Crou! Ping Crou! The sounds of Mitha'lo's bullets echoed in the arena as the first was embedded into the outer edge. The second was leave a mark on Dusty's chest piece as it ricocheted into the wall behind him. Both rounds burrowing holes into the ring surrounding the combat zone. Mitha'lo kept his vision on Dusty as the two circled the battlefield like animals waiting for the kill. All form of joking and smiles vanished from Mitha'lo when the fight began. This one was much more keen than Max was. A whole different beast to figure out and understand. At the current time it was unknown if Dusty was proficient in just bows and arrows, or if his weapon took on a new form that was far more potent.

At the moment that Mitha'lo bullet grazed Dusty, the arrow had already found purchase into the ground. Mitha'lo adverted his gaze to shift his attention to the frozen patch in front of him. He'd take a moment to realize the threat. At his current pace and running form he'd likely fall and given the advantage to Dusty. However if he could vault over the ice there was a chance he could keep up the momentum. That was the choice Mitha'lo would make. For a brief second he seemed to crouch his from down to the ground before pushing off the balls of his feet and pouncing into the air.

While in the air Mitha'lo tightened his form; almost turning himself into a ball. Yet he kept his head and Rend pointed towards Dusty. In time it took for him to reach the apex of his jump and proceed to fall back down, Mitha'lo would fire off 2 more High-Impact Rounds. One aimed for a foot in front of Dusty, one trained on the current position. As Mitha'lo's feet touched the ground he'd fire a third shot. This wound was aimed at Dusty's head. Yet he found the boy already launched another arrow at his feet. This attack transformed the ground in a more direct manner than the last arrow. With the ground shifting Mitha'lo fired the bullet upwards and completely missed the boy. At happened next even took Mitha'lo by surprise. The ground warped and threw his body skyward.

The disturbance to his balance caused Mitha'lo to tighten his muscles and flail his arms for a moment as the arc sent him towards Dusty. Mitha'lo would activate his Aura Defense in an attempt to halt any sort of incoming projectiles.
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*Speed Reloaders X 6 (10 Bullets Each)
- 2 Fire Dust Clips
- 1 Ice Dust Clip
- 1 Wind Dust Clip
- 1 Kinetic Dust Clip
- 5 High Impact Rounds
* 2 Crystal Balls