[center][colour=Crimson][h1]Arzow Untheass[/h1][/colour][/center]

[center][i]A town... Somwhere[/i][/center]

It had been about 2 days since Arzow had left the town of Lubos, and he had pretty much already set up in the newer one. The people he had done jobs for were sad to see him go, as they should have been, but he did promise he would come back. It was the best pay he had ever gotten for anything but Witch hunts, which was good.

Though he should have begun taking jobs straight away, but he had another agenda. There was this place called [i]"Lovers Peak"[/i] - some natural spring that people rarely visited due to Witch sightings. Why they hadn't just sent a Hunter to take care of her was inconsequential. If they hadn't, the Witch might of been powerful, and he was slightly hoping he wouldn't have to face them.

[center][i]Lovers Peak[/i][/center]

It had been a bit of a long walk, but he finally arrived. It was exactly how people had described it - a natural spring in the middle of a forest. He approached it, holding the sheath to his blade idly, and approached a rock rim above the pool. 
[colour=Crimson]"W-what..?"[/colour] Arzows' eyes widened as he saw a some clothes off to the side of the pool. They then flicked downwards at the pool, and caught woman wearing nothing but underwear swimming.

He tried to step backwards and walk away, still fixated on the girl as he did so.
[colour=Crimson]"6..."[/colour] in a seemingly random fashion, he said a single number under his breath. It was arbitrary, and very few people would actual know what it meant - but as he said it, his foot slipped. He tripped backwards, his hands attempting to grab onto something, and slid back off the rock.
[colour=Crimson]"7... 8-8..."[/colour]

Arzow slid to a stop and felt his head hit the ground. In the instant, he felt his hair slightly wet with blood and his ears ringing; his vision swimming.
[colour=Crimson]"6-no, 7..."[/colour] what number was he on again? His eyes were misty as he stood back up, limping a little as he made his way back up the rock he had fallen down. With the number count well and truly lost, it was clear he had likely concussed himself due to the collision. Maybe... Maybe that girl could help?

[center][@Madame Kitten][/center]