The moon had risen high in the dark empty sky, illuminating all below it; and, deep within Finnek forest, there he strode. Bas Pushka already extended and in hand, he prowled the forest with a twitch in his eye and a growl in his throat. It was not often that Roux would grow this restless, but for almost a week now, the capital had been unusually peaceful, leaving little to no job or task for Roux to sate himself with; and, if Bellmuse did not require his hand, the grimm would have his sword.
It was some time before he stopped, placing himself in a clearing, perhaps 20 meters wide and surrounded by trees. Amidst the trees and above the grass, a cold wind bit hard against his bare arms as it rustled and whistled with leaves and hollows. This was the ideal place to fight. The wide space afforded him maximum movement, the grass was about at knee’s height, alerting him with an audible rustle if anything had escaped the detection of his eyes. Above, not a thing could obstruct his flight, allowing for an easy escape if things got out of hand; or, more likely, outmaneuver his opponents. All that was left was to wait and, when they come, tear and rend until naught but teeth remain.
It was some time before he stopped, placing himself in a clearing, perhaps 20 meters wide and surrounded by trees. Amidst the trees and above the grass, a cold wind bit hard against his bare arms as it rustled and whistled with leaves and hollows. This was the ideal place to fight. The wide space afforded him maximum movement, the grass was about at knee’s height, alerting him with an audible rustle if anything had escaped the detection of his eyes. Above, not a thing could obstruct his flight, allowing for an easy escape if things got out of hand; or, more likely, outmaneuver his opponents. All that was left was to wait and, when they come, tear and rend until naught but teeth remain.