Mythos City- The Academy of Phyrrus- Arena
The order had come from Bastion and the news had hit Mythos no later than a few hours before his opponent was planetside, he was sure it was to ensure fairness and test readiness as well. It did not matter, from the tower to the arena it was a stroll and all he requested were his Atrisian sparring partners and Anok-eh, his Anubian consort. It was to be a non-lethal fight to determine the first ever Triumvir of strength in the Sith Empire and due to his mastery of the lightsaber and his command over several legions Mythos was considered but so was another. He did not know who it was and he was pretty sure neither did his opponent until they arrived here so he requested a special weapon for this occasion.
Instead of his Ax and rudis he requested the single edge songsteel sword that was made in Atrisia for the king of ages past. It was a beautiful blade with a red handle and a slight slope that Mythos had grown accustom to in his earlier years though the king it was created for never once used it. Emperor Akio of the Atrisian empire was a great leader in some regards but a warrior he was not, this blade was made home in Mythos' hands much better. Wearing only his combat trousers and shoes he walked into the edge room of the arena reserved for masters and met with his Atrisian compatriots. An elderly Atrisian woman named Maya and her daughter Shia held the blade in a traditional fashion awaiting Mythos to take it.
It was wrapped in a long white silk and polished to a mirror finish as to his specifications, beside it it's wooden sheathe colored a red and gold finish with the symbol of Jar'Kai. Mythos halted and preformed a ceremonial bow to each of the females then retrieved the sword, inspecting it and placing it into the sheathe taking both. The duo then bowed and took their leave, pausing to bow at the large Phirk clad Anubian walking in their direction who did the same in return. "Do you know who your opponent is my Lord?" The Anubian asked, his voice a monotone growl that did not reflect emotion or inflection.
Mythos pressed the hatch to the arena open and began to step away, he turned over his shoulder to regard his Anubian before saying. "If it mattered, i would not be here"
Edited by Mythos, 29 September 2018 - 02:30 PM.