A Starry Night (Dantai and Projenitor Sajuuk Duel)

The multi-storey car park stood silent in the dead off night, with the moon overhead reflecting off the few expensive cars that populated the top level, open to the stars, the sky and the cold. On this cloudless night, the slow wind was biting, and Crimson felt it as he stood at the edge, staring into the distant cityscape of wintry Moscow. The city centre was far away, where an orange glow could be seen to hide the stars. It was here that Crimson looked, as the moon shone upon his deep red hair, yet shining brighter through his fringe were a pair of purple. He had seen the stars countless times, and they never bored him, for he knew their beauty, and admired how much civilisation could ruin such beautiful views. He turned down the tousled collar of his white shirt and buttoned up his leather jacket against the cold, then stepped back to turn and await his opponent.

(As a side note, would you mind spelling mah name correctly? Thankee! -Progenitor Sajuuk-)

It was roughly a day or so ago when he received the duel request and had accepted it almost the second that it had arrived. The challenge was set in Russia, which wasn't that big of a deal only that it was over 2,500 miles from where he lived. Moving as fast as he could, breaking the sound barrier and then some; traveling at roughly two thousand kilometers an hour, he saw his opponent standing on what appeared to be a rather large... parking lot?

Indeed it was. Shaking his head, Sajuuk gave his wings a mighty flap and soared with ease to the top. Landing several meters from his challenger, he raised an eyebrow at the location again. Why on Earth would he choose this spot of all places? He thought to himself, sighing. "Whenever you're ready." He said, arms crossed.

(You know what his half dragon form looks like right?)

(Oh shush, it's not like it's your real name =P No I haven't seen it, but I'll look for some past duels and read up. Have you read my duel with Filth or others?)

Crimson looked his opponent up and down, which reminded him of perhaps the spawn of a demon and an angel. Still, his wings were pretty, and Crimson did admire them, though he longed to fluff them up a bit. And so, without waiting any longer, he began. Crimson started off light, running full pelt towards the Sajuuk. His hair flew backwards as he vaulted a silver BMW a launched himself towards the creature. That jump should not have carried him so far, yet Crimson seemed not to travel he space in between, disappearing and then reappearing ten metres closer with his body in the air, Sajuuk in his path and a clenched fist drawn back behind him.