Round 1: Amaya Nakamura vs. Ken Noboru

Ken walked into the area, lifting a hand to attempt to block some of the strong winds. Dang, he thought. Hella windy out here. The dark-haired boy examined his surroundings, wondering if perhaps the area would be easy to maneuver considering he couldn't fly or any of that kind of stuff. It was probably better off that way though; who would try and fly in this weather?
The wind pushed back against him, unbalancing him a little and causing him to take a step back. Good thing his other form was pretty heavy...That is, if he turned into the right form. He was known to mess up quite a bit and turn into a much smaller form of canine than he would normally. Luckily, that problem has been much more uncommon lately, and with the little bit of training he did before the tourney, he was more confident that he should be okay this time. Well, considering his opponent didn't give him too much trouble...

Amaya tried blocking the fierce wind with her arms as she looked around. This would be difficult. But if she could stay upwind of her opponent, perhaps it could push her a bit closer to her enemy and she could touch him. The faster she ended it, the better. The wind might be a harder enemy than the one she was fighting.
In any case, she tried to straighten out her red jacket and pulled her brass knuckles out of the pockets. She removed her gloves and put on the brass knuckles. "Alright," she told herself. "Time to go."

Amaya wandered, fighting the wind, until she saw her opponent. She immediately tried to move and take him by surprise. It was sneaky, which usually wan't her style, but she didn't know what he could do. The faster she ended it, the better.

Amaya and Ken weren't the only two on the field. Standing on the sideline of the windy area was Netro. His hands were shoved in his pockets as he stood there; bracing himself against the hash wind. Even thought it was a bit of a discomfort to stand in the winds; he wanted to come to cheer on Amaya and that was he was going to do! However, even as he stood there watching the duel start; he did find himself in awe at how grand the whole idea was; mostly with the work of the illusions. Never had he dreamed of ever doing something like this; but now he had a new goal...Even thought he knew it would take a long while to reach it. However, he shook his head as he let his attention turn back to the duel. He was sure that Amaya wasn't even aware of him; it wasn't like he had told her he was going to come to cheer her on but the moment he had heard she was in the tournament he knew he was going to go watch her duels. 

Go Amaya!

Occ: Lets be the first to cheer for people; yay!

Ken moved his hand away from his face to see the silhouette of his opponent rushing towards him. He smirked, watching the wind swirl mercilessly by. It's now or never, he thought, bringing his arms together and quickly becoming cloaked in a dark aura that morphed and grew before scattering to reveal a huge wolf nearly five feet tall with three heads whom each had a pair of glowing white eyes and long, sharp frontal fangs. The beast's long and scaly tail whipped around to firmly bounce back the knuckle weapons, before wrapping around the girl's wrist in an instant and slamming her to the ground before she could react. He stood above her, snarling heads aiming to snap terrifyingly at her throat and face. It may seem cruel and ruthless, but Ken simply gave the attack order and decided to let the left and right canine heads do as they wanted, as this were all mirages, right? There would be no real damage once it was over with. The middle head simply stared down silently at the girl, watching for her movements, the wind not bothering his heavy weight practically at all. That middle head was Ken's mind, in nearly complete control.

"Go Kenny, go!" Sebastian screamed from the edge of the field of the dark haired boy's side. His face glowed as he watched the other boy transform and fight with the girl, whom he didn't recall a prior acquaintance with. The blonde's smile only grew as his spotted the three collars he had made Ken fastened around the necks of the three Cerberus heads he sported in this form.
Despite all of his excitement in being here to cheer his roommate on, he had to admit, this wind sure was bothersome! Sebastian let a huff of agitation escape his lips as he used his gift to keep his clothes (relatively) in place as one of his hands was occupied by holding up a thin, lavender scarf to the lower half of his face as he continued to stand there and watch the match unfold.

Ow, fuck, Amaya thought before reaching up and grabbing the middle head. She shoved it into her knee and ordered, "Surrender!"
She crawled out from under the dog and ran away a few feet before fixing her knuckles and charging. She did her best to attack from behind, and jumped on his back. She pulled the middle head back and ordered him to surrender again, though made sure she really meant it. Amaya knew it was a cheap move, but she was basically boxing a dog. It wouldn't end well for her. I hope mirages don't hurt...

Ken felt his main head being slammed into a hard surface: his opponent's knee. He cringed and yelped, leaping back just to look up and not see her anymore. She felt hard, iron knuckles hit him in the upper-leg as he moved, and was mounted before getting his head pulled again, this time back. He felt a strong sensation in his head, giving him a headache that made him want to roll over and cry out for it to stop. S-shit...Don't l-lose... His head was spinning, and the canine had begin to writh and lash h\its heads around, the left and right ones barking madly. Stay in control...Stay...! What kind of power was this?
His vision fogged, and the barking stopped as the beast suddenly flipped onto the ground, dragging Amaya with him as it bared its sharp fangs and snarled angrily. The middle head continued to shake its head, barking quietly as if trying to clear its head or something. Its glowing white eyes glowed just a tad bit brighter as it stopped and turned to growl deeply at the girl's face before leaping at her almost immediately. Without hesitation, teeth snapped over and over in succession at the opponent's neck, arms, and head, whether they missed or not didn't seem to matter anymore. Ken was mentally beating himself in the head, trying to calm down before he shredded the girl, even if it was a mirage. Whatever your name is...I'm sorry! Perhaps Ken and Sebastion hadn't trained enough, because Ken was no longer in control.

This is why he hated gifts that messed with his brain.

Amaya kicked off the dog and groaned as she sat up. She'd managed to get her right arm to take most of the damage, and she could barely move it. Whenever she managed to, searing pain shot up it.
She narrowed her eyes and raised her left hand to wipe blood from her face from teeth grazing her. Soooo that was a bad idea, was the thought to run through her head as she steadied herself on her feet.
Amaya took deep breaths, discarded her jacket to reveal a tank top, and then rushed at the dog. All she could do was punch with her left arm at the dog's heads and hope her orders to surrender could get through. It was the only hope she could come up with at the time.