Day One: Early Morning

[Tapion]

It was...cold. Much colder in fact then Tapion had ever expected it would be on a tropical island paradise. Noting that the warmth of the sun still hadn't broken through the night sky and his close proximity to the ocean though, the temperature was understandable. Hardly tolerable, but at least understandable.

In the midst of a few quick jumping jacks to keep himself from freezing, the mohawked fighter caught a glimpse of the standard issue black duffel bag he'd been given upon induction to the tournament. It only now dawned on him that he hadn't yet expected the bag's contents.

Abruptly halting his impromptu calisthenics Tapion marched to his possessions. As the soft crunch of sand beneath his feet cushioned the Konat's movement he couldn't help feel comforted by the calming beach scenery. Sure he was in the midst of a deadly game of survival, but at the moment it certainly didn't feel that way.

Unzipping his bag Tapion slowly pulled out a small assortment of items. Carefully examining each tool before setting them down one by one upon the sandy shoreline the gravity of the situation began coming into focus. No mere day at the beach the Konat warrior had ever partaken on before ever involved such an assortment of deadly items. Saying the least though, Tapion felt a bit out of place as he began plotting his first murderous maneuvers with the sound of the tide raining of tranquility only a few paces away. There was no need to disturb such a scene of calming nature with imagery of death and destruction so soon.

Repacking all of his belongings the crimson haired fighter prepared himself to move out. Sooner or later there'd be plenty of violence for everyone to enjoy, as for now though Tapion found himself contempt gazing into the sea wondering when the sun's first rays would begin peaking out.