Ayperos had wandered his way into this odd training area. It was outdoors and in the open. Didn't seem like the best place for one. Ayperos prefered training grounds protected by walls of a city. It was almost nightfall now and not much could be seen after the sun went down. For those who were use to the light anyways. But the arena had fires burning around the frence on high torches. The fires would last for a while into the night, which would come in almost more then a half hour. There wasn't many other people around in the arena this last shred of daylight.
Ayperos leans against the frence seeing if anyone would ask him to a spar. Proably not, he still looked like a young child. If anything, Ayperos would have to ask someone to a spar. He would wait to see if someone would come to him first. He just leaned there arms crossed, eyes close, waiting. He might not get any fight anyways, but it may be worth waiting for.
Alacult sighed glancing around the area, his Swallow held loosely in his good hand, leaning it against his shoulder and tapping his foot on the ground he simply let a small sharp yawn escape his lips, looking around through the emerald green lens of his copper frame glasses. The bright afternoon sun, shining off of his copper and brass clockwork arm, Alacult simply shuffled around the area watching each fighter for a short moment studying their movements, then with a soft shrug he would move on.
After a little while Alacult came across someone, looking to be a young child, but alas Alacult knew better. A small smile playing across his face he heaved the swallow over his shoulder folding it behind him as he walked, tapping it against the back of his leg as he approached the boy. Coming to a slow and stop near him he reached up pushing the frame of his glasses up to meet the bridge of his nose once again he smiled, nodding towards him.
"...So, are you here looking for some practice my friend? Maybe I can help, shall we begin squareing the circle so to speak?...”
Alacult looked sort of out of place here at the training ground, looking more like a scholar of sorts, not a fighter in the least which more or less might be why he has won so many duels, simply because his opponents under estimated him in combat giving him and his odd style of combat the upper hand. Leaning forward a bit he waited for the boy to respond, wondering he might be able to get a decent fight out of this one or not, the day was still young after all.
Glancing around him he noticed that the area was rather empty for it being this time of day, he wondered where everyone was, not really paying much mind to the matter than that he shrugged a bit turning his attention back to the boy, seeming to be a bit absent minded as well.
Ayperos was about to go ask the biggest guy around to fight when a slightly taller man asked him why he was standing there. If he wanted to practice. The archdemon nodded and thought of his words quickly and percisly. "Sure am, mind I ask your name though. I would like to know who I am sparring with." Ayperos said smiling moving towards the center of the arena as something cought his sense. He smelt demon blood come from the man. Ayperos guessed halfy but would not bring it to his attention yet.
Turning around and walking backwards, he spoke again to him. "Mine is Ayperos if you want to know." After that he took his position in the center of the outdoor arena. Facing Alacult, Ayperos smiled and gestured for him to make the first move. "You may start." He was not one to start a battle.