Pyro Bastard

Joker yawned as Ichigo entered the arena floor. Not out of boredom, but just tiredness. Considering the earlier act, one could only wonder if this clumsy floor had gained much sleep. Even the warrior himself pondered upon that same question. However, the thought soon brought the craving of more sleep, and the thought was quickly banished. Sleep would have to wait for later.

Back in reality, Joker scanned his new opponent. With a sword that size, any ordinary man would be slowed down immensely. This tournament had always been an attraction for oddities and today had been no exception. After only a few seconds of scanning, the fighter chuckled.

“I didn’t know orange was in style nowadays.” The male said in reference to Ichigo’s hair color. Blonde, black, white, and even a some blue and purple had seen but this was Joker’s first time seeing orange hair. On the other hand, the trident wielder didn’t even think that the color of the child’s hair could have caused him to grow into such a great warrior.

“That’s enough chit-chat though. How ‘bout we give these customers a fight to remember, eh?” The male asked, his usually wide grin still planted on the warrior’s face. At the same time, Joker lowered his weapon only to accidentally miss catching the valuable.

The clothed weapon dropped to the ground with little noise due to its fabric protection, but the sighs of the crowd and the announcer could easily be heard. Two parts of the weapon could have been easily viewable by the shinigami and some of the crows. Those two parts could have freaked out and installed a sense of cautiousness in any normal human being.

One of the two parts that were now not covered by cloth was the single prong at the very end which was sharpened to a fine perfection and looked as if it could penetrate even steel with the right amount of force. The other part was much different from any weapon. That part was a wide eye, near the size of an adult human’s face, that had a single slit go down it as if it was searching for something.

Hastily, and still clumsily, Joker picked up his weapon and quickly covered the open areas back up. Either the male had purposefully dropped the weapon to show parts of the weapon or it had just been from the apparent clumsy nature, one could only guess. Most had just decided that lady luck was on this idiotic contestant’s side.

OOC: Sorry if there are some crappy parts or if I misspelled ‘shinigami’. I’m kinda started writing this around 1:30 and my eyes are startin’ to force themselves open. XD

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