One competitor could be see walking along the grass hills now, as they had decided to take a walk early that morning to stretch their legs. The competitor stood out amongst all who would compete. The person was not young or even middle aged but an old woman, and by old not older but old. She was an elderly woman in her mid-seventies no taller than four ten, with long grey hair tied in a neat little double bun atop her head, bound by a single pearl needle with jewels dangling from the end, her ears accompanied by matching earrings. The old woman was dressed in a long silk kimono with a, closed by an obi, a jacket, and a sash over it, paired with white tabi socks and simple waraji. The old woman's eyes were fixed in a state that made them appeared closed, her brow creased and lips in a single straight line giving her a grouchy facial expression. Her hands were tucked into the sleeves of her kimono as she walked along.
However, it was not just the old woman that was a peculiar sight but the creature that accompanied her. Floating behind the old woman, bobbing up and down, was a small creature just over two feet in size with a body covered by a black robe. On its head covering its face was a skull-like mask and on its back two bones. It had two little arms with a single eye that took the shape of a red orb that floated back and forth between the eye sockets of the skull mask. The creature looked like the young offspring of a Grim Reaper.
The two odd travelling companions made their way along the path, the creature sticking two steps behind the old woman, who did not appear bothered by the odd being that followed behind. The old lady, Yumi, as she was called or Carnage by her fellow guildmates slowly parted her eyes allowing a small flicker of dull red to be seen beneath her lids. Her once bright crimson hues that use to shine like gems in her youth had long since lost their gleam and were now dull from old age. Yumi's wrinkled features formed into a scowl as a hand was raised to block out the rays of the sun, "This world will be the death of me." Commented the aged woman as she came to a halt. Her gaze following upon a group of young men who stood in her path.
The group appeared in tattered leather clothes, covered from head to toe in dirt each wielding a rusty broken weapon, and they were approaching her. Yumi spat in annoyance, she would rather not deal with buffoons today, she supposed if they desired to annoy her she should just eliminate them where they stand. As they approached Yumi to began to walk not appearing afraid or frightened by the group of youths that approached all in their teens, roughly fifteen to eighteen. The old woman came to a halt as they blocked her path and surrounded her, "Listen old lady, hand over your money if you don't want things to go bad."
Yumi's right eye twitched at being called old, there were many things that Yumi had patience for, but the worshipper of the Chaos God could not stand being reminded of her age. The religious zealot sighed in annoyance and decided to just get rid of the nuisance now. She could just blow them away with magic but they would make for a decent warm up for the tournament. Yumi stretched her arms and began cracking her knuckles, "Either walk away now or die. Just remember I gave you an out." Spoke the old woman in a blank tone giving them all a bored look, this would barely be called a warm up.
Yumi's words got a laugh in return as one took a step forward and placed a hand on her head, he towered over her at six foot four. "Looks like we have to do this..." he never got to finish as Yumi grabbed his wrist with her right hand and pulled down forcing him to a knee then gripped his arm with both hands slowly forcing her hand upwards applying pressure. He began to scream before a loud snap was heard as Yumi broke his wrist with surprising ease. The old woman's expression turned dark as a deadly aura began to surround her, a thick killer intent began to flow into the air all being released from the old woman.
"Should have listened." She then moved pulling the boy she held towards her and released her left hand, before forming a fist and driving it into his solar plexus. All he could do was gasp as the air left his lungs and he collapsed to the ground. Yumi then looked at the remaining group, three, "Now fight or flight?" All three dropped their broken weapons and ran off screaming.
"Cowards." Yumi spat at their cowardly actions as she walked around the crying teen behind her and began walking once more to Baska.