Enthusiastically opting to participate in an ostentatiously orchestrated fighting tournament, the undisputed Martial Arts Don's obsessive pursuit of perpetual martial arts excellence intrinsically coupled with his intellectual intention regarding the cabalistic collection of knowledge centered on the globe's premier combatants served as the combinational contribution to the capitalization of an opportunistically commenced objective. Circumstantially pitted against the physically potent Adhene in his incipient battle in the extravagantly cultivated tournament, Saint Andres' genetically originated composure seizes conscious influence over his mind, immersing his mentally fortuitous consciousness in a poised period of patience.
The impending battle's unorthodox establishment in an exotic world, aesthetically similar to that of Earth yet entirely composed of appropriately adaptive insects. Positioning himself in an open insect-infested field, El Caballero's artistically mesmeric, dark blue eyes studiously surveyed the fauna-congested world, Bugworld's resident sunlight aesthetically reflecting off of prominently captivating eyes. Atmospherically and naturally identical to Earth save for the insect-based composition of 'everything', Bugworld's cloudless blue sky warranted its only existent source of aestheticism. The technologically exemplified brilliance of the M.D.D.S. exponentially aiding Rey Blanco's evolutionarily augmented sensory perception. (Unquantifiable # of insects detected. Initiating construction of strategically advantageous battle-theories). Arms aristocratically folded behind the Dolce & Gabbana clad Rey's, inherently mirroring the emitted regalia of his father's nonsensical, gentlemanly demeanor, Andres' accumulative desire for combat instantaneously governed his proceeding actions.
With charismatic calmness, the Martial Arts Maestro's arms unfolded. Resorting to the tactical utilization of the anomalistically originating Zero Field in a frenetic fusion with his rarely relied on ability to adrenally augment himself, the Knightfall Gentleman's physical attributes experienced dramatic escalation along with the simultaneously stylistic generation of an optically piercing, fluorescent red hue in his eyes. Momentarily taking in the unorthodox yet strangely serene setting of his environment, the Don crossed muscular arms before a perfectly chiseled chest, a subtle smirk of atmospheric charismatic appeal, concealing arguable cocky intent. This was no serious battle, the Mercurial Morte's self-cultivated philosophy of silence during battle would be forsaken. Intent on verbally taunting and jestingly clown his opponent, Andres murmured in a moment of self-conversation, "Where is this nino?".