[center][h2]Blind in a New World[/h2][/center]

Gods that do not belong here, that is quite the answer, he thought. Foreign gods, and ones that only seek to destroy it, seem. An uneasy circumstance and tragedy that has befallen this place and the people. He would have asked for more information but, as he was about to ask another question. Did one of their own, the one with wings, revealed that something is on its way to them. Something bad and now was the time to either hide or fight. The loud, unnatural screech that made him cover his ears was the clear indicator of this. 

He had weapons yes, but he did not remember how to use them. But, they did feel familiar to him and he had them on his personal for a reason. Or so he thought as he turned to the sky and watched as fire came at them like rain. Only for the old woman to protect them with a barrier he could not see, and it seems that now is the time to decide whether to fight or to hide.

He took a deep breath, probably the only one he could afford to waste before the fight. While he thought about running and hiding, he could not move his feet, or change his gaze. Both were like solid stone and unmoving. It was then he realized what he should do. What he really wants to do as he felt it inside of him from an unknown source.  

So he drew his swords and readied himself for combat. He may not remember how to use these swords, but perhaps his familiarity with them will help him fight. Maybe even help him remember. 

Then he spoke out, mainly to the three strangers that they had met, and wondered what insight they had about this monster. They do have their memories intact, after all. "I don't suppose any of you three know how to fight this thing?" His gaze fixed on the incoming monster.