Alucard's opponent- equal in build, perhaps a bit bulkier, looks equally as cranky and less than half as in the mood for joking around as he drags his feet into the arena. An enormous sword- if one could even call it that, being much more akin to a large slab of steel or stone that had been hewn together with iron bars and a handle cut into it- was dragged along inches off the ground in his left hand.

Sol hadn't been with the Church for very long yet, and so it stood that his reputation wouldn't proceed him particularly well with those of outside circles, and even with some in the Church not within the militant ranks- although perhaps his reputation, quieter as it may have been, as a bounty hunter of Corrupted might have lent the slightest bit of insight. Strong enough that he gets the job done- but not much else was widely known. Sol liked to keep it that way.

"My deepest apologies." He drawls, looking Alucard over with an entire expression that dripped half-heartedness. "So you're this dog of Hellsing I've heard about...?" Sol's own being didn't particularly reek power, but there was a slight vibration in the ground and air around him as he slipped a foot back into a lazy, but solid stance that suggested he was charging... something.

"...Let's get this over with."

[ooc; ...I lied. one before bed!]