EmptyArmor
Sylvan
datadogie
Cao the Exiled
Frog Dog
Crazy Scion
Noctis
Izurich
Shu
PrinceAlexusFor all his time spent in the wilds of his villages, needing to fight to stay alive and to eat, the very mention of a 'cute little dog' that ran about chin height of the anthormorphic figure in front of him, and sporting classical cowboy gear was enough to cause him to stumble in his steps, reverting him back to zero.
"I`ve not seen the creature you are referring to," Fruizo stated, his mind forming an image of the creature, and how comical it would look if he had. That would have certainly been an odd sight, one to break the slow dribble of boredom they had all felt on their long trek through the path of multiverses.
His attention returned to the man, the creature, who had used body language to deny the reuested stated.
Keen eyes spotted the hand, almost on instinct, hovering above the hilt of the blade, they noticed to shift in stance. The creature had no intention of moving shop and looking for his companion in another area.
Something clicked in Fruzio's head.
He would have to fight.
"Please, I ask once more. This path was intended for our use only. Should you stay, as your stance now suggests, then I must bar your movements and restrict them to here."
Fruzio lifted the spear and pointed the sharp end towards his opponent. Initiating another first step, his elders would be ashamed and probably exile him for his foolishness.
This would not end well, nor would it be pretty. The spear suggested that Fruzio would need to keep the man at a distance, an opening gambit not based on steps, but deception - even hunters make themselves into something alluring.
"I`ve not seen the creature you are referring to," Fruizo stated, his mind forming an image of the creature, and how comical it would look if he had. That would have certainly been an odd sight, one to break the slow dribble of boredom they had all felt on their long trek through the path of multiverses.
His attention returned to the man, the creature, who had used body language to deny the reuested stated.
Keen eyes spotted the hand, almost on instinct, hovering above the hilt of the blade, they noticed to shift in stance. The creature had no intention of moving shop and looking for his companion in another area.
Something clicked in Fruzio's head.
He would have to fight.
"Please, I ask once more. This path was intended for our use only. Should you stay, as your stance now suggests, then I must bar your movements and restrict them to here."
Fruzio lifted the spear and pointed the sharp end towards his opponent. Initiating another first step, his elders would be ashamed and probably exile him for his foolishness.
This would not end well, nor would it be pretty. The spear suggested that Fruzio would need to keep the man at a distance, an opening gambit not based on steps, but deception - even hunters make themselves into something alluring.