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When the Onslaught of the inky tentacles had ceased, the Man in the Mirror looked up casually to see if Tharreleos had been turned into a shish-kebab yet. To the Man's amusement, he hadn't. The Man supposed it was useful to have a very flexible weapon such as the griffin's sinful constructs...

The Man saw all of this transpire, the leap above him, the Man would've guessed that Tharreleos be wary of his acrobatic movements to not catch another gust of telekinetic force, but it seemed he was wrong. Tharreleos didn't. Huh. Even so, the Man didn't interrupt the prideful griffin's attack...

The Man quickly pivoted on one foot, dodging the Griffin's first attack. Theoretically, and a lot of what superpowered entities like him did was theoretical, a fist was harder to dodge than an arrow. A fist you had to completely get out of the way of, but a arrow? you only needed to move about...

The Man watched as Tharreleos slowed his momentum, the griffin coming to a halt reasonably far from the Man in the Mirror, the Man satisfied with the distance he put between them - this would slow him down a little. The reveal of the griffin's wings did not surprise the Man, nor did it make...

The Man watched, having stood up swiftly after the slash, as Tharreleos careened above him in a smooth arc, the Man putting his cane away in the same way he brought it out; storing it in his sleeve - something that wasn't naturally possible, thinking about Tharreleos' avoidance of this simple...

Not yet... Blindfold struggled to keep the Man under control. Not yet... Blindfold could feel the Man getting ready. Blindfold could hear the crowd cheering. He could feel Amaimon rustling in the sand, coming for him. He was almost here - likely getting ready to shoot fire out of the ground...

As the brilliant buckler shattered under his might, the Man couldn't help but smile. This Griffin had a few tricks in his bag. That was good. More. The Man in the Mirror was feeling it. He felt the power radiating from this being. He felt that he had more to give. More power. More fight. More...

The Man recognized it all too well, the poison that would eventually be this being's downfall. Pride was a thing that was best left untouched, in the Man's experience, unless it was reasonable pride, pride in your accomplishments, pride in your own strength, not something that was born to you...

@True Lycalo "I̶ ̷a̷m̷ ̴h̴e̶.̶" Indeed, the Man had seen the griffin approach, and felt the mythological power coming from the being, although not enough to warrant any sort of alarm from the Man - yet. The Man in the Mirror was curious about this being, this foolish, foolish griffin who had...

Blindfold 'saw' Amaimon rush out of the sand, but he was pretty sure it was an illusion. Blindfold had thought that Amaimon was too fast, he had reacted with impossible speed to Blindfold knowing where he was. It seemed... wrong. It all seemed... wrong. Blindfold felt the cheers of the crowd...

How did Amamon know where he was? Amaimon was blind, and certaintly not as perceptive as Blindfold - he should've caught this, and indeed he did. Blindfold had expected this. But how did ... nevermind. It wasn't important. Blindfold had dodged just in time as he felt the vibrations of Amaimon...

Amaimon might not have realized at the time, but burrowing makes a lot of noise. Like, a lot of noise. Blindfold had heard footsteps behind him, but as he did a double-take - he didn't see anything. If there was anything there, Blindfold would've been able to see it, if it wasn't just...

Just before Blindfold hit the ground, the demon sidestepped. It was amazing to Blindfold that the demon could have recovered that quick from falling from 20, 30 feet in the air. This guy was fast. Since Blindfold was already at the ground, it was easy for him to retract the Ink immediately...

Blindfold didn't anticipate the projectile at that time. When Amaimon was plummeting to the ground, Blindfold immediately had extended tendrils downward to rocket himself downward, extending his legs to try and groundpound Amaimon, the projectile hitting Blindfold in the right shoulder on his...

Blindfold didn't see the feint coming, as clumsy as it was. He didn't even anticipate it. He didn't need to. Blindfold simply tucked his legs and arms in and fell like a stone, sacrificing all of his upward momentum which was keeping him in the air for a dodge - but that didn't mean his attack...

So. The Man in the Mirror, the character, of course, has been around for a long time, and I've been roleplaying him equally as long, and he's fought quite a few battles. But he's never really needed to try. Never has the Man met an opponent that he needed to try to overcome. Not here, or in...

That wring of fire wiped the grin straight off of his face. Blindfold could feel the heat from here - in stark contrast to the Man, who exhibited a sense of cold with his anger. Huh. Blindfold could've swore this was a wrath demon. And, he admitted, he definitely liked the cold more. Blindfold...

Blindfold was in an arena. The circumstances of him getting into this arena, well, it was a long story. One that he'd rather not tell right now. He was in an arena, with angels and demons. Blindfold knew quite a bit about demons, actually. For a time, he thought TMITM was one, but Blindfold...

I think you should start

Blindfold, I think is a solid choice and is a pretty good power match