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[centre][color=6ecff6][b]Artos Bane[/b][/color][/centre]

Do you want to save the world...

There will be bloodshed...

Honed.. skills... battle

The words were numb in his mind as the exhausted Artos tried to reply but found himself uncapable of the task. Exhausted from the ordeal and now the over exertion of fighting this man, his whole body felt like stone. Everything ached and his thoughts were hazy as total darkness crept up on him. But the thought of battle, training, a chance to explore, was an opportunity he could scarcely let slip by. Artos groaned and forced his hand to take Felix's and shook it. 

[color=6ecff6]"can't.. really stand." [/color]

A weak laugh accompanied his brisk statement as Artos turned his head to glance at the nearest short sword. In that moment of time it sparkled with the allure of not a familiarity, but of the unknown. How much more could he stand to learn on this journey? What new paragons could he achieve. Water froze along the edges of the blades and gently slid both blades to their master as Artos, with great effort, put both feet below him and stood with the help of Felix. The young warrior stared into the mans eyes, unconcerned with the fate of the world and more interested in the promise of challenge. Of growth. Artos' eyes had a glimmer of excitement at the mere thought of it. The glimmer faded when he reminded himself that this man had almost effortlessly beaten him. Crushed him into the ground like an insect. Pride still hurt from the defeat, Artos sheathed both blades and promised himself two things.

He would learn everything this stranger could teach him.

When he had completed this mans mission to save the world, they would fight again. 

[color=6ecff6]"Where to now... Master." [/color]