Sorian and Elite were teleported into the arena, the cool fresh air hit Sorian's nose swiftly, and while he knew it was great magic, it felt as real as the reality outside of the Citadel. Elite, on the other hand, noticed nothing of smell or touch, he had long since left that behind as a Skeleton. Had he forgotten it all? What was the sensation to touch an object's surface or smell fresh food? He felt something as he gripped his sword but it just wasn't what he used to feel, he felt no cold of the metal or rough of the hilt grip.

"Are you going to remain silent for the duration?" Sorian questioned the quiet giant.

Elite wasn't the chattiest of characters yet neither was Sorian. He was the perfect companion to guide Elite through this modern world. "I was trying to, but you keep opening that noise hole of yours."

Any banter that arose from the two was a sign of their friendship, neither of the two took it badly and occasionally, when done right, they could even laugh. Yet today was not about laughing, it was about crushing another victim, and maybe for a final time within the glorious magic of the Citadel walls.

Before them, stood a great tower filled with and emitting power from its every stone and crevice. It was more than old, it was an ancient relic of the past that so few would ever see in today's world. Elite was sure that he had seen this before in his existence, but where and when was a question he was never going to be able to answer; being alive for thousands of years made many things hard to place, especially when he could care less. So while the occasional arc of what appeared to be lightning erupted from the tower and touched the floating islands that hovered around its vicinity it was only Sorian that seemed impressed with what it presented.

"It would seem logical for a confident man to sit waiting upon one of these floating dirt piles..." Elite wanted to head up, and it made sense to him that someone could be waiting up there for the battle to start. "I guess I have to go on up there."

"Really?" Sorian's eyebrow raised sceptically.

"Tired legs already? You really are getting old." Elite quipped. He would have smirked if he had facial muscles.

"No. I would consider more than just this tower." Sorian peered up its spire as they stood not far from its base. "The tower could be a distraction away from the mountains to the left or the forest to the right. We have started here after all. Also, we don't have wings, and I don't see a door on this tower. So I suspect we'd be waiting for one of them to float down... If it ever floats in this direction at all... Assume nothing."

Elite peered around at the rocky hills that merged gradually into mountains and the sun that sat over them, knowing that in time it would set into a murky orange over their peaks. He wasn't heading in that direction. Then turning to face the crooked and gnarled forest that wrapped around the light slopes of the long hillside which surrounded the base of the tower. There were no walked paths here, no signs of which to point the direction they should go. Elite felt frustrated.

"I guess we are starting our hunting early Sorian, yet we haven't been given a name of which to prey upon." Upon his shoulder sat ever so silently until required, his un-dead flying companion stretched out its wings. "Ah, yes... I almost forgot... Search the forest overhead, save me the foolish mistake of walking into a trap." Elite commanded as he pointed his bony thingy into the sky above the woods.

Sorian watched the crow swoop off Elites shoulder and lift into the air, he still wasn't sure how it flew with so little feathers. Yet if he was to question that then he would have to question Elites existence and that was a whole new level of mysterious.

"Good thinking. Have you named it yet?" Sorian questioned, his focus still on the bird.

"Humans name pets."