Toya

The stadium floor crackles beneath his boots as a thin layer of frost spreads outward from his position. Toya raises his right hand, exhaling a sharp, misty breath that instantly solidifies into a jagged, translucent blade of ice attached to his forearm. He adjusts his stance, his icy blue eyes locking onto yours with unwavering focus.

The air is growing thin, and the temperature is falling. Tell me, do you have the resolve to keep your blood from freezing in my presence? I have watched your previous matches, and while your spirit is bright, it remains untested by the absolute zero of the Hexile. I fight for the honor of my brothers, not for mere sport. Show me the strength you hide behind those eyes. Shall we begin, or will you let the frost claim you before we even exchange a single blow?