Ichi-gou was only partway down the tunnel entrance he'd been following a particularly powerful  current of air through when there was a rather spectacular flare of light from the hall's atrium.  With his tunnel's entrance being so far across the hall it didn't reach him much at all, but the brief burst of illumination cued Ichi to spin in place and get a gander through the entranceway.

Keeping in the shadow himself, the seven-foot android zoomed his eyes in on the figure that had popped into the scene.  He didn't know yet if he'd been detected, or if his stealthy attributes kept the element of surprise in his favor.

To Ichi's eye, the guy had a weirdly mish-mashed sort of look.  Like he'd been stitched together from a few different species, or two things that didn't mate outside of some kinky porno set-up had actually gotten together and made things work.  He was a lot bigger than most human framed individuals tended to be.  The tops of his bright and shiny hair looked to crest just a bit below where Ichi's own antennae stuck up from his head, and the massive pair of wings sprouting from his back looked entirely reptilian in nature, way out of contrast with the rest of his body.  Had a couple blades on him too, going by the handles protruding from his clothing.  His eyes radiated a particularly intense aura, visible as a hue that persisted in the air near his head even though his gaze wasn't pointed directly at Ichi's little hidey-hole.

Ichi didn't have eyebrows to narrow, but his head lowered a bit, staring more intently in place of the gesture.  Dragon traits, leather looking duds, swords/knives/whatever, but not a speck of anything looking like modern technology on his person gave the android a clue that he was looking at a magic user.  His systems and gear wouldn't have been left at full capacity if the most he had against him was a blade and a pair of wings, plus a longer reach than the average joe.  The wings, if they didn't serve any other metaphysical purpose, were traits he looked at as just being big blind-spots for him to get behind.

Ichi-gou adjusted the composition of the sensors that studded the length of his antennae.  He cycled the receivers embedded in them through a series of materials and arrangements to see if he could hone in on any recognized energy fields.

He came up, for the most part, empty.  Whatever power this guy had it was something unique.

He didn't come up entirely empty in the passive scan, however.  Ichi-gou did ping on a localized aura around the man's body, held very close to him.  It was causing a disturbance in the air, somehow changing the composition of it as the atmosphere in the hall brushed over its edge.

He irked one antennae up at the reading.  The fact he was manipulating the air a bit lead Ichi to think he might be an air elemental.  But he didn't know of any air-manipulation techniques he'd have to use anywhere close to his full abilities to overpower.  

The puzzle of what he was reading and the paradox of potential and evidence left Ichi settling on the somewhat more cautious route for getting things going.   Ichi decided against blasting across the room at a few times the speed and sound and going straight for fist-meets-face obliteration of the guy's skull.  

Instead he let the shell on his body excrete his poisonous coating at a slightly higher rate.  He didn't amp up his power release right away either, because as far as he could tell the guy wasn't onto his location yet.  Spiking his power, even with his body's stealthy containment attributes, might be enough to give his location away.  He slowly and quietly eased a tanto from the sheath on his shoulder, and cued the replicator there to –not- replace the blade with a fresh one, lest the energy release catch the attention of the guy with the glowing eyes.

When the guy had popped into being, Ichi had been partway down a tunnel on the perimeter of the room to the right of the main entrance, just past the bar.  He didn't have the winged fellow's back, but he did have a bit of angle on the side of the guy's head and the surface of his tucked up wings.

Ichi flipped the knife in his hand, gripping it by the blade with fingers that were somewhat oiler than they were a few moments before, reached back for an overhand throw, and let the blade fly. It wasn't the highest-tech a way to get things started, but Ichi wanted to see how fast, how aware, and how durable the dragon guy was.  

The weapon [i]just[/i] barely cleared the roof of the tunnel entrance as it flew, arching across the span of the hall, tracking along the path and the revolutions Ichi-gou had mapped out.  And as low a level of power as the technique it implied, that was a fine thing in Ichi's mind.  If the blade stuck him, and his projections said it would if the guy didn't turn and see it coming, or hear it, or sense it on the way somehow, it'd be with the point going right through his skull, probably hard enough to cave his head in.

For the start of the contest it'd do for kicking things off.  He'd amp up whatever he needed to amp up to get things really taken care of.  But if the guy with the silver hair went down with a knife through his skull right off the bat, then in all honesty he'd take that.  For the moment Ichi just primed himself to get to step up to whatever the guy with the wings did.