Another fine mess I've found myself in, the ice innate groaned to himself as he looked over the endless green of this land that he found so repulsive. I guess it is worth it. If I spend enough time around this guy, I'll learn the secret to his powers and become more powerful then him in no time, the swordsman told himself, looking at the man that had brought him out here. Why me? he asked himself, thinking back on how the man had easily convinced him to tag along, promising the boy that the adventure would be a good way for him to become stronger.

Zachary hated the grass, the rain, the vegetation and especially the man that had dragged him here. Far away from the ice, snow and tundra that the ice warrior considered home, this winter of this strange land held only disdain for the boy. He had always preferred the silence and ever looming sense of death one finds in frozen areas and mountains to the life giving areas of the world, and the fact that it was winter here and not a flake of snow was on the ground angered the ice innate beyond rational understanding.

The red haired boy clenched his hand, keeping himself as civil as he could, despite the fact he hated every inclink of this adventure thus far. Moving slowly behind the man that had, more or less, dragged him along, the boy tapped the shoulder of the man in front of him. "Can we get going yet? This places makes me sick," the ice innate told his traveling buddy, who turned around slowly.

The man in front of the ice innate had vibrant green hair and shimmering green eyes that reflected the glow of the grass off them towards the boy, who hated this man all the more for the fact his attire represented this setting. The green haired man smiled and looked down at the youth. "Sure, we'll get on the move immediately," the fencer stated, taking a step on forwards on the hill and slowly walking down, his new compatriot following closely behind.

Jackass, the boy called the fencer mentally as he continued to follow the fencer, who was currently looking for someone. A strange story had entered the ears of the fencer, and he needed to see exactly what was going on. The swordsman hated this man with every part of his existence, and yet, he couldn't defeat this man no matter how hard he tried. The fencer was simply too strong. After all, that had been why the ice innate had agreed to travel with the Aura Master in the first place: To become more powerful then the green haired man.

Whereas Zachary's thoughts were filled with anger, Zorlo's were very different. He was excited to be in this new land, and not only that; but he wished to find out if the rumors of a member of a legion that had went insane was truly in this area. The fencer was unsure if this man was dangerous or not, but he didn't worry, for even if this deserter held great power, it would be good fun to fight him, of this the green haired man was certain.

"So, where are we going, anyway?!" the swordsman asked with great annoyance, watching the green haired man look over the area.

"There!" the fencer stated, pointing at a nearby puff of smoke, and the one that followed after it. There was a fire nearby, and the green haired man intended on examining if the man he quested for was there.

The two moved from their position towards the fire slowly, not wanting to startle the man that inhabited the camp if it could be avoided.