Sicario Niebla vs. Naruhi Sakata

Sicario Niebla had prepares an interesting location for the fight that boosts both fighters capabilities. An open field where dirt, grass, and sand co-exist with 6 large white trees about 15 feet high trunk-wise each. The wind is slightly breezing in the clear sky with not a single cloud to produce a chance of rain. Sicario stood with his Desierta pistola in one hand and his Desierta Sangre in once since he was once again in a position to face a family boss against his own desert techniques.

Naruhi looks around the area, scratching his arm as he looked around. He looked at the trees, measuring how much ground in between each one, judging how much runnign space he would have. He yawned, covering his mouth and looked up at his opponent, sicario. "yo, what's up?" Naruhi brought his hand to his side, making sure his sword and his box weapon were both there.

"Man Naruhi you are a chill dude even right before you fight....but i can see it in those eyes you're already planning so then tell me this...."

Sicario stands on the sand area that he feels most comfortable in and aims his desierta pistola at Naruhi's face with one hand as he prepares himself allowing the desert flame that looks like ordinary sand to channel around him slowly with his desierta sangre spear held sideways behind him

"how do you plan on defeating a master of the desert?"

At this moment Sicario locks his eyes with Naruhi entering his ruthless tactician mind set for fighting