In the inevitable aftermath of an appropriately successful incipient round of the martially prestigious KOV tournament, the Mercurial Maestro finds himself abruptly pitted against an opponent of ominous telekinetic potency. Circumstantially unaware of the presently absent challenger's martial attributes due to entirely distinguished universal origination, the Martial Arts Einstein waits in characteristically atmospheric patience for the anticipated arrival of his heroically altruistic foe. The calculated conditioning of intellectually peerless mental faculties combinationally coupled with the technologically accessible combat-oriented data boasted by the computerized futurism of the M.D.D.S. serve as the dominant dictators of Don Andres' impending battle-strategies and tactics of martial premeditation.
Fashionably differentiated from his initial bout in the illustrious combat tournament, the Poised Picasso's physically perfected frame is form-fittingly enveloped in a luxurious, three-piece, two-button Ermenegildo Zegna Centennial suit, flawlessly augmented by the stylish aestheticism of an accompanying vest of aristocratic flair followed by the joint inclusion of a captivating silk tie lightly customized by his prominent initials. The presented exemplification of sartorial excellence culminating with elegant cotton-silk, and a collar bar wordlessly speaking volumes of the Stylish Spanish Savant's habitual preference for classy attires. The Cultured Catalan's smooth raven hair, recently cut short and close to his head around the back enabling fashionable blending of the sides into the top layers with maintained length for a showcased back sweep and suave presentation further enhancing the Combat Scientist's visual formality, inappropriate for impending battle.
Situated in the peculiar House of Leaves, Andres Knightfall finds himself standing in his lonesome, an extended corridor of visual bleakness serving as his ambient surrounding. The unnecessarily stretched corridors culminating into distantly positioned passages of dark murkiness. Momentarily trapped in the maze-akin infrastructure until the determined conclusion of an inevitable bout, Rey Blanco waits, elegantly folding both arms behind his back, inherently mirroring the genetically-acquired regalia of his soft-spoken father. "This I hope, proves more entertaining than my last match", words conveyed by simultaneously positioned enthusiasm and composure. Impatiently unfolding both arms, the Don stylistically materializes his prioritized Beta-Trion bow and arrow from internally-implanted Trion reserves. Holding the artistically designed bow in his right hand while a selected triad of arrows are held by his left, the Martial Arts Michaelangelo instinctively anticipates the frenetic emergence of his mystery opponent.