Jean Lebaue was the legend and self proclaimed king of kings but as always he had other things going on. Called away he could no longer be apart of the League of Shadows something more crucial had come up. At the time much to Alezra's surprise the Cajun had no son or daughter in the league and while he might of had a lady or two none of them were a wife. There was no heir to the clan. Impero was a prime choice for the title of course, he had however fought Gambler and almost had Jean roaming around as a mad man. His allegiance was hazy the title could not just go to him. Sun Pao or his daughter were a nice call but they seamed partial to their current role. There was no way to be sure who wanted it or who deserved it so it seamed best to be earned. Tonight the walls would know war, the throne was to be open territory. To be the clan leader one just had to rise to the occasion.
Noir the hand maiden of Azrael had brought the speakers used from the KOV. Salem had helped run the tournament and won it a thing that made the Dragon of the League very proud. Tonight though those speakers were going to be used for a different kind of tournament. The Keresh that guarded over her by command of Ravek had helped the blood red haired beauty set up the devices. Readying for the announcement. It was the logical way to go about things, assassins fought for fame and power it was a piece of all of them this was the right kind of prize. Stage set the next command was made, to both Keresh and Symaarian forces.
The mountains became a unseen fortress snipers hid in mountain tops. Soldiers clustered about in fire squads, the occasional tank with them. Softly engines hummed as machines of war hung in the skies. They were not here to do anything other then keep people from coming out of or into the temple. If you were apart of the League you stayed inside the room waiting for the conflict to blow over. Or you fought, that was it no retreating or calling in back up it was just every assassin for themselves. Through arcane arts of the warp there was even a block of the more spiritual psychic and magic kind. Hellish powers adding a barrier against what natural guns could not oppose, They might not fight to the death here, still Alezra wanted to see them fight to the brink of it. Everything set in place the demoness tapped the microphone the sound carried throughout the entirety and echoing along the mountain tops. Loud and clear there was no sleeping through the speech just as the demon wanted.
"We were all recruited by primarily one man, sought his appraisal and joined his clan. As great as Jean Lebaue is though this clan is more then his dogs of war. We are each knights, castles, and bishops and far from measly pawns. As the King of Kings left before he had another Queen there has been a lingering questionability of what comes next. It is in my good friends name and the honor of the warrior I am that I present to you tonight the answer. This mountain is for the next twenty four hours closed off by all means as we raise are blades. You want a army, the ninjas are waiting your orders. You want money commanding these forces gives you the wealth of a nation. Crave power or a good fight there is no greater recognition then defeating the clan that crippled the Justice League. I for one am eagerly awaiting the one to come and oppose me. There is no better challenge then to surpass the ones you fight beside to be crowned supreme by not diplomacy or heritage but through blood. You are all apart of the shadow its time that you claim the shadow as your own."
Azrael stood on the platform just outside of her room, the cold winds could be heard as snow whirled about the mountain range. Her red and white kimono flapped about in the wind along with her long tied up crimson hair. From the dress the jade eyed dragon blinked the ink like appearance racing down to the ground and then expanding. Raising into a demonic dragon, a secret she normally kept hidden. It was just one of the many pets to the demon, here though she wanted no surprises just her and the blades she carried, So the dragon slithered to the ground and grew to its full size big enough to be ridden on and entirely black and comprised of a swirling black structure as if made of darkness it stretched. The demon raising the mike to the dragons lips as it roared at the end of Azrael's speech. A gong to her would of seamed a bit cliche, a demon dragon roaring though seamed just right as her final shout to the team to draw a blade.