Small eddies of dust kick up across the windswept plain as a single statue lies at the center of the downward sloping area. Through the face is covered by one of it's two majestic wings, the statue is obviously female. The armor the statue seemes to be wearing is of the same granite of the rest of the statue, except it has a slight white tint to it, moreso than the rest of the statue. She kneels in a position with two hands holding a blade, point towards the earth, with her head touching the end of the hilt. The end of the hilt seems to have one held a token of sorts, which has long since fallen away. As the winds flare up and two columns of dust rise blood seems to run in rivers across the land as two men are formed from the sands of time. Each seems to be unique. One is a powerful angel of orts while the other appears as a human. A voice pulses thropugh the area as the two finish forming. "You have been called here today for a single purpose. The purpose is to win. Upon victory you shall be rewarded...." The voice stops there as the opponents are let free to attack.