The air was cool in the midnight stroll Tuariv had decided to take, it wasn't often that he was given peace. The breeze was nice, the large warrior closed his eyes, simply feeling the air on his face. Then the breeze picked up, more and more. "Huh, that's odd." Tuariv muttered softly to himself.

Walking up over a small hill he saw what had brought up a bigger breeze, sounds of fighting were only a few yards away. Two strange creatures were flying in the air, another stranger with a sword and shield on the ground. The two flying ones clashed against each other while the one on the ground shot a bolt of magic at one of them.

"Hmm," Tuariv smiled a bit, "young warriors begining to taste the battlefield, I'll just leave them be."

No sooner had Tuariv finished than something hit him, the stranger without wings had been smacked high into the air, and just as Tuariv had turned away to keep walking the stranger landed on the hulking warrior.

Tuariv snarled and grabbed the stranger by his neck, "What is your problem?"

"Another being of evil? I shall smite you!" It said.

Tuariv narrowed his eyes and simply tossed the stranger across the grass, nearly ten yards, saving the rest of his strength as a surprise.

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