Day One: Evening

[Orion]

It had been a solid time of travel. Sprawling beaches and crashing waves were left long behind the saiyan warrior. Golden grains of sand were warmed beneath the consistent radiating of the sun. A cool breeze whipped over the beaches, keeping Orion at a comfortable temperature during his constant sprinting. Yet finally, his trek across the vast stretch of sand was coming to an end. New horizons were steadily approaching, forming slight hazes of new terrain and landscapes in the near distance.

If Dante's Abyss was truly a battle royale, Orion wasn't convinced. There had been no signs of any life besides himself so far. Beautiful, picturesque nature surrounded him on all sides. There was no blood, no missing limbs or corpses or any sounds that the veteran fighter linked with aggressive, bloody battle. It seemed so far a let down as the blue of the day sky was engulfed by the velvet, star studded brilliance of night. His blood burned with the promises of the tournament, yet the fire dwindled when those promises seemed like lies.

Orion still wasn't taking any chances. After years of sabotage and anonymity, the pure blood saiyan kept to what he knew best. His movements were quiet, swift and precise. Any choice to change position was made with utmost care. A fast scuttle from behind a large boulder to a gnarled, leaveless tree, the warrior never let his guard down. Far too many instances had harshly taught him the value of awareness.

However, in all his years, he never expected to be taken completely by surprise as he was in that moment.

Peeking around the tree's dead trunk, Orion spotted a sight that could only be explained as a distraction tactic. A black haired man dressed in an amazingly absurd outfit was about thirty metres from him. The first obstrusive article of clothing that caught his eye was the pink shirt with 'Real Men Wear Pink.' Its obscurity was complimented by the leg length underwear with a grass skirt over the top, sparkling thongs on his feet, and perhaps most damning of all, a two foot tall fruit hat. Orion was about to attack, but his perplexity held him back. What was this guy up to?

Shaking off his bewilderment, the saiyan warrior felt his heart beating faster. Finally, his first opportunity to embrace his long forgotten animalistic spirit almost broken beyond repair. Orion moved quietly. The audaciously dressed person had his back to him, which made his stealth all the more enhanced. Slow, methodical steps became faster, faster, until he was within striking distance.

The raven haired human turned his head sharply to face Orion, his black pupils phasing into red.

Swifter than the saiyan anticipated, the wacko in a fruit hat plunged his fist into his enemy's face. Orion took a startled step backwards, leaving another opening for the pink clad looney to race into his exposed stomach, knee protruding. The surprised saiyan doubled over as the focused warrior clasped his hands together and brought them down towards his foe's back. Orion pushed through the pain, launching off the pink torso of his target and throwing a quickly charged ball of ki into his face. A cloud of smoke ensued, of which both Orion and his enemy escaped from.

The excited saiyan, embellishing in the thrill of the fight, swatted his hand over the shroud, creating a swift buffet of wind that blew it away. Immediately he rocketed towards his adversary, adrenaline pouring through his body. Fist balled, he was prepared to beat his foe into submission.

Suddenly, the absurdly dressed warrior's face filled with confusion and fear. The flaring crimson pupils faded to black. Whatever semblence of steadfastness was gone from Orion's enemy's facade. The abrupt shift broke the saiyan's stride, prepared to stop his attack but travelling too fast to stop. The ensuing chaos resulted in the two fighters sprawled upon the ground, with Orion in an advantageous position to finish his opponent.

The energised warrior pulled back his fist to make the final blow, but staring into the enemy's face, he hesitated. After knocking the fruit stacked hat off his head, the foe reminded him of...

Of...

"TOLLASH!"

"Agh!" Orion groaned, getting to his feet and stepping backwards. What a time for his memories to plague his judgement.

"Wha-what's going on?" the downed raven haired man blurted. His voice was consumed with concern, as if anything that happened in the past several minutes were a mystery to him.

Orion approached him cautiously, staying on guard. "Wh-who are you?"