Tuna2

In the empty reaches of space, where little to nothing outside a few ships existed, a sudden sound vibrated across the 'arena.' The sound was a strange one, one that wasn't dissimilar from a ripping sound. As strange as it may have seemed in these dark depths, the sound continued to grow until, following the abnormal sound, a slim hand appeared through a gap in space. The gap was just large enough to accommodate a human, or spirit, comfortably. Following said hand, a man in robes of black and white appeared, his eyes now gazing around the regions of utter darkness.

The shinigami, as he was called in the spirit world, looked down at his feet, which now clattered against solid metal. Looking around, he noticed nothing was below this large hunk of floating metal. It was strange, he had never seen something quite like it. It was almost as if he were stuck in the abyss itself, not that this wasn't an unfitting location for a person like himself whose very eyes seemed to reflect the eternal emptiness of space.

"It seems I have been misjudged once again," the robed man began coldly, his eyes gazing upon the human before him. The man did not return Falcon's salute nor did he give any sign of enthusiasm at being here. "A mere human such as yourself has no chance against the likes me, I will end this match in one stroke." As the last word left his mouth, Byakuya vanished, appearing behind the human with a blade already aimed at the man's back. If the human did not dodge or block the blade, he would surely be out of the match for good.