Gender: Male
Species: Human
Description:
Weight: 180lb
Height: 6'2"
State of Mind: Logical, thinks out most situations.
Equipment: Longsword dubbed Fenrir, made of very sharp metal, able to withstand immense force and other elements, metallic armor that spreads out over his entire body, thick enough to offer as protection, but is also attached to his skin, with some of his body replaced completely with mechanical attachments. As such, he is stronger, faster, and more durable then normal humans, and is completely resist to the effects of pain. On the bottoms of his feet, there are smooth treads, allowing him to slide across the ground with amazing speed, his mind alone controlling the treads' function.
Powers and Fighting style: Has the power to bend the air in front of him, allowing him to push or throw enemies and objects away, but only at a short range. Usually fights strategically, but is swift at dealing with enemies. He is usually merciful, only fighting because he is forced too, although a trained fighter.
Ashbringer walked out into the arena as well, ignoring the mixed responses from the crowd, more focused on the enemy in front of him. Even if he never met this being before in his life, he was a sworn enemy...forcibly an enemy. Ashbringer's grip on his sword tightened, just wanting to get this over with....
