It was a dark cold night, but now the sun was starting to rise. Red, Orange, and yellow began to flood the horizon, and there was a slight warmth to this field. Trees were sparse, and it was a cloudless sky. Standing in the field was a warrior dressed in a fine red armored plate the stopped just below chest. His stomach was exposed covered in a fish net, and he was wearing slightly baggy black pants the were neatly tucked into two traveling boots. His right hand had a small thin plated gauntlet, and his left was fully exposed. On his shoulders hung a long cape that dangled just above his ankles.

His brown eyes followed the movements of his blade as if he were fighting an invisible opponent. Sweat clang to his dark brown hair as he finally sheathed his blade and whipped the sweat from his brow. His moves were something else it was beauty to watch the blade dance in his hands making it seem effortlessly.

He yawned, and stretched having completed his morning ritual. He saw a figure come over the next hill some distance away. He snarled, he was one whom didn't enjoy the company of others. There can only be one reason another person would come all the way out here, this person had to be tracking him for some time.

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