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The ground shakes and a hole opens up about 30 feet away from Eldaire. The stench of brimstone and sulfur assaults his sense of smell, but he stays focussed on the strange being that just emerged from this earthen portal.
As the dust clears, he sees that a man wearing some kind of metallic red armour is facing him. He bears no visible weapons, but his armour is spiked at the gauntlets, elbow guards, shoulder guards, knee and shin guards, as well as on the feet. The spikes are about three inches long, but are wickedly barbed. His torso and back armours plates are free of them, but bear the sigil of some kind of black, fiery beast. His horned helmet covers much of his head and darkens his face, save for a pair of glowing orange eyes. With a gravely voice, the being speaks:
"I am Szanod, Master of the Akuma Style and guardian of the gates to the 3rd Nether Realm. You seek a challenge, consider it met."
The fighter then rears back to let out a fierce battle cry and charges his opponent with astonishing speed.
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