[i]Fierce Demon Fang!![/i]
Miles yelled at the top of his lungs as waves of burning shockwave energy completely pulverised 2 wolves that he encountered on the way through the northern path. He was heading to the temple, he wasn't entirely sure why, but the Ossa Trail had a very disturbed energy in the last 3 days, and his awareness and instincts led him all the way to this area, where he could sense very strong magical properties. He also could smell that he was not alone, the stench of blood and steel was ripe in the air and this was the odor of a powerful warrior, one who does not sweat too much after killing monsters.

Miles instincts ordered his body to duck low in the tall grass, he could see in the distance the town of Iselia, he had never actually been there, but his old bandit crew would speak of its soft countryside atmosphere and the description fit what he was looking at perfectly. Although he was initially walking away from the town and towards the temple, the earlier smell of a warrior fresh from combat was too strong to ignore, he ducked down to follow the smell more silently.

And then he saw her, a reddish-brown haired female who was wielding no visible weapon, but had heavily armoured greaves and gloves that were soaked with monsters blood, she walked with cold determination and hadn't noticed Miles yet, so he made it his duty to make him self know to the female mercenary.

He leapt out of the grass and stood 12 feet in front of her, brandishing his wickedly large sword and cleching his fist in his free hand.

[i]You don't look Desian to me, but I bet you are heading towards the temple aren't you? Maybe I should kill you for a warm up before I fight any real Desians![/i]

Miles Rohan assumed his battle stance, wild and feral with his sword held at very loose angle with one hand.