Humans were never good at taking care of their older, unused structures, leaving them abandoned to be worn away by the elements. Why even build such temporary structures that wouldn't ever stand without regular maintenance? Paint wore off; rain waterlogged old wood to swell and rot it, especially in the midwest where spring and summer could be absolutely miserable, humid months filled with high heat and heavy thunderstorms. The fact that this old barn still existed was nothing short of a miracle. Even the machines were likely nonfunctional, simply sitting in the open, their internal workings rusted and stiff from disuse. 

It was a wonder even the wheat was still alive.

A boy walked through the crops, looking out over a golden expanse that was ever so dull to his eyes. His attire was strange, out of place for the location and time- brassy, golden metallic armor that fit his form perfectly, as if made to his exact measurements. Spiked shoulders, clawed gauntlets, and an open-faced helm that looked distinctly like the horned crown of a dragon- most of his body was covered in this dazzling armor, the only open spaces being his face and the palms of his hands. Of course, the boy's armor hid his "normal" clothing- underneath was fairly standard, casual attire, a comfortably fitting t-shirt and a pair of old jeans. The only part of his outfit it didn't hide was his bow and quiver, probably for ease of access.

[color=navy][i]... Boring place, don't you think?[/i][/color] Jason thought casually, almost conversationally. A voice answered him.

[color=#CD7F32][i]Try not to get complacent,[/i][/color] a different voice thought back, seeming stern, but even it had an undercurrent of excited anticipation. [color=#CD7F32][i]We cannot know what else is coming. Even boring can be useful.[/i][/color]

[color=navy]"Right you are,"[/color] Jason muttered, this time aloud. He gave the wheat field another cursory glance- he was of course on the side of the road where the field was smaller, the road in front of him and the barn and farmland behind. Past the road was the seemingly-infinite wheat, itself unremarkable and boring, but also affording little cover aside from the wheat himself. Here, at least, there were strategic hiding spots, but Jason did not foresee having to use them. Finish this quickly, easily- that was his goal. No use spending more than a few minutes of his life on the rabble when he could be out facing more worthy enemies.

The Shapeshifter gave a light sigh, tilting his head upwards with is eyes closed as he breathed for a moment.

Wheat had such an interesting smell.

[color=navy][i]Let's get started.[/i][/color]