A blur of cerulean haze flew before him.  It flashed and shimmered for only a second until it sped its way into the bear’s chest.  The fox-eared girl moved faster than he would have expected, even though she bared a shield and spear, she was extremely nimble.  That made two people with physiques superceded by their capabilities.  A testosterone filled swordsman and a fox-girl.  Quite the individuals indeed.  Ken came back to reality at the girl’s callout, tightening his grip on the estoc as he nodded, [color=brown]”Got’cha.  Switch.”[/color] He didn’t sound overly enthusiastic about charging the beast.  He was never exactly one to show emotions at every petty encounter, albeit the fact that this was a matter of life and death, his nonchalance and stoic personality still had a grasp on him.  

The player angled the sword and charged at the beast, the tip of his blade honing in on its target.  The bear let out a growl and swiped down on his comparably miniscule figure, Ken only managed to sidestep its claws by a hair.  He remained firm and quickly reacquired his target.  Then, just like that, the blade sunk into his enemy’s neck like butter.  The beast jittered for a few moments before bursting into the generic bits of light.  He inhaled deeply, on the verge of leveling up yet quite not there just yet.  [color=brown]”Thanks… you two.”[/color]

The rest of the mobs were cleaned up just in the nick of time.  But the battle had not gone without any losses.  A player, still a boy really, by the name of Matsuta had passed in the process.  Ken had only gotten a glimpse of the guy.  Everybody had a solemn look on their face, even he did, even though he didn’t know the deceased in the slightest.  Reality was quite the witch.  The man who he first met, Mai’lo, quickly fashioned a makeshift plaque in honor of the fallen swordsman.  

Its durability probably wasn’t that high, but it’s the thought that counts.  Ken only made a slight bow in respect, then glanced back at the fox-girl who had come to his aid, [color=brown]”We should probably get a move on.  Next town is just up this road.  Would be a good time to stock up on consumables and mend our weapons.”[/color] The hazel-eyed swordsman didn’t seem to spend that much time mourning.  It was pointless to wallow now, for there was surely much more to come.  Matsuta’s demise was just a prelude to the countless deaths that were about to ensue.  A sigh escaped his lips as he stared off towards the horizon, obstructed by sporadically placed floating islands.  Kayaba must’ve had a double-major in psychology, ‘cause he surely knew how to tug at people’s heartstrings.  Ken sheathed his blade and glanced back at the girl with fox ears, [color=brown]”Oh yeah, name’s Visionary… Mind introducing me to the lot over there?  I mean, erm, sorry, what’s your name too?”[/color]