As Sic was tunneling underground making a bee line towards Signa thoughts began racing through his head; He wondered what he was doing at this tournament? What was it that was making him fight? Was this mystical being mortal? Is this the way things had to be?
He realized he wasn't completely focused, he cleared his thoughts and began envisioning devouring Signa.
He was honing in on the heat radiating from Signa through the ground, as began drawing nearer it disappeared.
"The little Mcguffin must be in the air somehow."
Sic let loose a screech of rage that made the arena floor shake as he violently erupted from the ground, he came up about 20 feet short of Signa.
"Ice? Is he really that clever?.... Or was it just dumb luck?" Sic thought to himself.
He rubbed his scythe like arms together and sprinted towards his foe.