A large blue dragon circles overhead and looks over both fighters, he then settles on the ground and folds his wings behind him
I will judge this match if you both agree to it.
A doltish master and quaint foot is a stinging comment, but not as much as a dishonest family member, stinky keep, and clumsy punch. The insult goes to Sidhe Li, he may set the lenth and terms of this match.
The dragon then breaths out a sheet of flame with the following writen on it...
The ancient masters have decreed this match to take place at the foothills north-west of the Eyrie of the Phoenix on the evening of the lizard.
1. The scorpion destructively brutalizes the vale; negates the speed of the eyes!
2. The frog shreds the tower; guards against the speed of the fire!
3. The lotus blossum parts the madlands; stands facing the energy of the lightbeam!
4. The toad drifts within the spring; painlessly absorbs the stab of the stone! *yen*
5. The frog swims next to the caves; wards off the terror of the reptile as it scatters the gaze of the four winds!
*** The raven glides in the midst of the pond; redirects the tempest of the eyes! *yen*
2. The mantis shouts with the tundra; grasps the touch of the weapon!
*** The irresistible monkey stands higher than the dungeon; shreds the stab of the eyes!
4. The northstar attacks the tower; shields the edge of the invisible blade!
*** The monkey decimates the canyon; negates the punch of the ape!