Iron sands shifting beneath his feet, crunching and sliding with a strange hissing sound. The sound of many particles of metal being pushed together, similar to the sound of snow being stepped on, but more grating. Under the beating sun he marched onwards, one hand behind his back tucked behind his gladius. Beads of sweat forming on his face, soaking his rather bushy eyebrows and his mustache. Solomon rose to the top of a hill, every step carefully placed into the sands to ensure he doesn't slide, from his vantage point he glared over the locale.
Inside of his mind he swore, cursing his stupidity. Of course nobody would come here, not many people have the kind of balance he does. Keeping yourself from slipping into the sands would be an arduous task for anyone else, that's why there's nobody else in the desert. This was the one place where he could ensure victory against inexperienced warriors, he hadn't predicted the inexperienced would just opt to avoid the desert at all costs.
Solomon bowed his head and sighed, shaking his head side to side in frustration."Fiddlesticks and tarnation, can't an old man get a break?"
Inside of his mind he swore, cursing his stupidity. Of course nobody would come here, not many people have the kind of balance he does. Keeping yourself from slipping into the sands would be an arduous task for anyone else, that's why there's nobody else in the desert. This was the one place where he could ensure victory against inexperienced warriors, he hadn't predicted the inexperienced would just opt to avoid the desert at all costs.
Solomon bowed his head and sighed, shaking his head side to side in frustration."Fiddlesticks and tarnation, can't an old man get a break?"