Arena
You crouch down below the brush which so perfectly borders the path and wait for him as he approaches the trail. Just as he is about to step onto it, you dive off of it into the hedges.
He stops on the path and says something quietly to himself then looks both up and down the trail. He is a tall man, with slanted eyes and straight, jet black hair. You've never seen this type of man before.
When he starts moving again you follow, walking along behind him as quietly as you can manage. Your massiveness will give you away; you are sure as each step comes down like thunder. You try to time your steps with his, but he catches on and spins around with his staff at the ready.
"You're a big one, aren't you?" He says, slipping his bow and quiver from his shoulders. He takes a few steps backwards and stands with his bow at the ready. His eyes are full of fear.
It's either the tattoos all over your body or your size that has him nervous. That or a combination of the two. Men react like this to you each time you encounter one. Something about you unsettles them.
And that always works to your advantage.
He stops on the path and says something quietly to himself then looks both up and down the trail. He is a tall man, with slanted eyes and straight, jet black hair. You've never seen this type of man before.
When he starts moving again you follow, walking along behind him as quietly as you can manage. Your massiveness will give you away; you are sure as each step comes down like thunder. You try to time your steps with his, but he catches on and spins around with his staff at the ready.
"You're a big one, aren't you?" He says, slipping his bow and quiver from his shoulders. He takes a few steps backwards and stands with his bow at the ready. His eyes are full of fear.
It's either the tattoos all over your body or your size that has him nervous. That or a combination of the two. Men react like this to you each time you encounter one. Something about you unsettles them.
And that always works to your advantage.