[Nakakami Seno]

Kneeling still, the swordsman's only visible reaction to the crazy buffoon jumping up and making his announcement was a smirk.

Figured you would, Haiken... he mused. You can't resist your game ripoffs any better than I can.

Finally, he opened his eyes, took sheathed blade in hand, and stood. Gone were his idle casual clothing, buddy Jesus t-shirt and jean shorts. His attire was closer to traditional samurai clothing, but in a testament to the strength of his own personality, it still managed to be a game ripoff.

From the expression on his face, the look in his eyes, and the way that he held himself, it was obvious that he was in anything but his usual state of mind, or even his standard battlemind. When he spoke, his voice was calm and collected, and seemed to match the manner in which the character whose garb he had stolen would speak.

"This is the first time we have truly met, or crossed blades," he said. "For that, I apologize for this. However, I cannot allow myself to lose to you here."

With that, he drew his blade from its sheath, a metallic ringing sound accompanying the draw, and held both blade and loose scabbard back behind him, scabbard left-handed, sword right-handed. And then he took off into a sprint, heading directly towards his opponent, his brilliant green eyes betraying nothing but steadfast determination, as they locked directly onto his target.