Graveyard of Dreams

Yukiko stood in the middle of what was meant to be the arena of her next battle, sand blew effortlessly around the plethora of gigantic interweaving trunks and roots of dead trees whose massive bodies looked as though they'd been destroyed in some form of powerful blast. Their sharp, blade-like jagged tops pointing toward the bright and radiating sun which beat down on them like the heat of mid-summer in the city of Crocus. Not a single cloud rested in the azure blanket of sky high above them despite the cracking lands obvious pleas for rain. She scanned her surroundings, making note of how the roots interweaved to create several archways and bridges that may serve her well during the duration of the fight. She would be alone in this fight and would have to rely solely on her own ingenuity and skill to pave the path to victory. Turning her head she let her eyes fall on her opponent, drawing her sword to be ready when the buzzer sounded for their fight to begin. Taking a deep breath she exhales it in the form of a cold and icy breath, tightening her grip on the handle as she knew this fight would decide which of them would get the position of Sentinel.