Ian

As Ian came out of his turn he slammed into a man who had seemly appeared out of no where. The force of the impact should have floored the man but he didn’t even budge. Ian had time to take it all in, in the few seconds before he crashed to the floor hard. His fatigued brain couldn’t even comprehend what had happened as he sat on the ground. Tasting blood he realized Fidrieon had smashed him in the mouth. With a grimace Ian levered himself up off the ground and looked at the man he had smashed right into. He didn’t even appear phased in the slightest. How the hell was that even possible? Ian was no lightweight, in fact he weighed in at a solid 190 pounds of almost pure Martial Arts muscle. And this guy hadn’t flinched.

Ready for anything Ian brushed his hair out of his face. “My apologies for running into you friend I didn’t see you there until it was far too late. You’ll have to forgive me I have had a rather long day.” As Ian took in the man in front of him from the way he stood to his dress he concluded that he was probably as nutty as the rest of the people at the Academy and that this was going to be a far more interesting conversation than Ian probably wanted to have at this juncture.