[OP-F1] Frenzied Blade

[Guest]

When he slid his fingers in the familiar line pattern to open the menu, Alkor's hardened gaze lost its normal light. There was a hint of something surrounding the youth, hanging there and imposing itself just beyond comprehension. The frigid fingers that rapped along his spine called out, jeering at him, belittling him in its best efforts to reduce him to a crying child. But he stood, in spite of all that.

"A duel?" He asked in the skittish voice that came with his jumbled emotional state. "A-alright," he said softly, "but only one of the limited formats. I don't want anyone to die."

He never made eye contact; there was something haunting in all this, the very concept of turning his blade on another player just sat with him as wrong. He felt as though his blade ought only be swung to protect, never to destroy life. He wiped the digital sweat from his brow and hit the accept button.

[First Strike format initiated. Duel starting in: 60... 59... 58...]