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As his left fist would connect with the man's right ribs, there was a sudden loud bang sound. As the fist compressed tightly against the man's side, a mechanism in his left gauntlet would release an 8" serrated blade with the force of a gunshot from the forearm piece of the gauntlet. Hence the loud bang; the sound of a sonic boom as the previously hidden weapon blasted out with such force.

Well, now it seemed he was in the right place; A moment before, he was walking through a plain, and a moment before that, he was in the forest. Now that he was back to where he had initially began his journey, he stopped in the middle of the path to take a look at his map.

Taking out a neatly folded piece of parchment, the darkly clad man paused a moment to look over it, between intervals of looking around at the path and what was over the treeline to figure out where he was.

Visibly heavily armed, he carried two swords, four oddly bladed weapons with a ring in it's handle, and a garafa, an exotic polearm with a crescent shaped blade, having propped it up next to a tree before taking a look at the map in his hands.

It appeared that, according to his map, the town of Latent lay only a short distance north of his current location. Hard to believe that the dense forest which surrounded him would thin down and then open up to a town by the sea, but that is what it indicated on his map. Neatly folding the sheet of parchment, he returned it to a pocket on the inside of his vest, took hold of the polearm leaning against the tree, and turned northward.

Ever pay attention to your surroundings? Like... really pay attention? Because if you did, you'd probably notice the sudden quiet in the forest; no birds chirping, no squirrels darting through trees, no buzz of insects. Nothing. Full of tension so tight it could snap with a slash of a dull knife.

However, under the circumstance that nothing seemed out of the ordinary before, the darkly clad man, from head to toe, took no notice of suck a thing. He just continued to walk northward down the path, using the garafa's haft like a walking stick.

Like a deer which caught the scent of a predator, he froze in place, in the middle of the road, head turning to look around. But was he really the prey, or was he the predator?

After a moment of silence, nothing. Nothing but the silence itself, an unnatural silence which he hadn't noticed up until now. He began to walk down the path yet again, his body's movements seemed as normal as they were before, giving the impression that he noticed nothing, unless one could see the sharp glint of alertness in his feral yellow eyes. Eyes of that of a predator.

Picking up a sudden sound from the silence, he whipped his body around to face it, only to see a jar come flying towards him. He simply brought the base of the polearm to knock it out of it's trajectory and off to the side as he watched some crazy woman come charging out at him. He would have xpected orcs or something, but instead, it was some woman. Either way, he knew this was some sort of an attack, so he held his weapon at the ready, the large 8' long polearm held in both hands.

Being so close to someone as heavily armed as Dark was is probably not a very smart idea, especially when he knew how to use the weapons he carried to full effect. The woman could watch his lags and face, or as much of his face that wasnt wrapped by the black cloth, as much as she liked, but those two didnt have a lot to do with his next move.

For some reason, the woman looked kind of familiar, especially after she said those words, however, he didnt have a lot of time to think about it since he pulled the garafa to his right side while turning his body with it and pushing up against the woman almost as if he was forcibly pushing the woman off his weapon with his shoulder, only that was not really the case.

Six small blades, three from each of the two bladed weapons at his left hip and left shoulder would be forced in her direction, forced into her flesh at the hips, stomach, shoulder and head of the woman who stood so close, just like a quick tackle from close range.