[b]Titan - Dire Forest - Floor 1[/b] A screeching scream tore through the air. Titan glanced up through thick wisps of long, dark black hair, ethereal crimson orbs piercing through the sky with a steady, experienced gaze. In a flash of dusky crimson pixels, a large, relatively thin metal spear with an extremely sharp black metal tip was clenched securely in the titan's mottled gray right gauntlet, while a large crimson and black kite shield was tightened onto his left forearm not a second later. Scarred lips curved up into a bloodthirsty smirk...and Titan leaped, just as another screech pierced the air, and a horde of Mutant Bats flew in from the pinnacle of Dire Mountain. Air whistled through his helmet as the man focused, his spear exploding into a fiery crimson light, while his shield shined with a suffocatingly black aura. The first three bats were abruptly skewered by a blurred barrage of pure steel, each pierce exploding the annoying mobs into shards of blue pixel. Still in the misty air, Titan rolled over, his shield arm slamming into another two bats, crushing their heads with a disgusting squelch of skull-mushing, while his spear flicked through the air, piercing through another bat's chest and killing it instantly. [b]CRACK[/b] The thunderous splintering of cobble echoed throughout the clearing, rattling off of the dead white Aspen Trees and upsetting the glowing crimson eyes that stalked through the nearby bushes. Titan slowly stood up, bringing his right arm into the air, just in time to catch his massive spear by the hilt. He twisted around his fingers with practiced ease, as a few experience boxes began to pop up, along with loot and col amounts. He clicked out of the menus, blinking slightly at the high-pitched ping of his experience bar topping off and 'blessing' him with another level. He glanced into the right-hand corner of his vision. Level 16. [b]"Hm...I should probably keep going."[/b] Titan muttered deeply, but a quick glance at the half-hidden sun showed that it was getting quite a bit later into the day. He should probably head back into town, cash in his loot and maybe see about getting some new equipment. The meeting about the boss sounded good, although he didn't really think that he could work good in a group, or in a large building with more than ten people. He would be more prone to gutting someone, rather than helping them. No matter, however. He would try not to be a PKer; at least keep a shred of humanity. But, other than that.... Titan grinned, turning around and brandishing his spear and shield. Slowly, a pack of Dire Wolves surrounded him on all sides. [b]"I've always wanted to be a hunter."[/b] He lunged. ----- [b]Titan - Starting City Tavern - Floor 1[/b] The wooden doors to the Starting City's one, of potentially many taverns swung open abruptly, as if from some sort of high, pressurized gale of wind. The wood splintered momentarily once it slammed against the opposite wall, before repairing itself in a haze of pixels and digital numbers. Shortly after, a tall, intimidating figure in mottled black, gray and crimson steel and leather armor calmly ducked into the bar, standing at least 7 feet tall with his armor, although you can tell that he was only a few inches shorter without the armor. A massive steel spear sat calmly on his back, tied to an equally large kite shield. From under his Spartan-esque helmet, angry crimson irises stared around swiftly, before resting on a specific red-haired figure. [b]"Boss meeting, hm?"[/b] A deep, admittedly demonic-sounding voice echoed from the shadows of the steel helmet as the titan walked over to the table with startling grace and ease despite his armor and stature. He sat in one of the chairs, leaning back and folding his muscular arms over his chest. His helmet disappeared in a hail of pixels, showing long, thick black hair that fell away from a dark, scarred, and chiseled face. The hair even had a few war braids sewn in. Titan leaned forward, stapling his fingers together. [b]"I can only guess that you are going as well, Whimsical?"[/b]