Pacifism hadn't exactly followed him wherever he went and in the grand scheme of things that probably suited Athalia well enough. If he had a job to do then he didn't intend to half-a** it by any means and that meant that more often than not he was an inconvenient and unwelcome sight to those in the field. There had been those who had fought, those who had run and those who had 'talked' it out before making a quick exit... But for the most part he hadn't really been strained.

There were two reasons for this; the first was quite obviously luck in the sense that he'd encountered those with very little desire to fight (or lack of expertise) and the second was that he hadn't met anyone considerably more powerful than him. His days were numbered in that respect though, either something much more powerful would find him or he would finally be toe to toe against someone who wasn't afraid to get a little bloody.

Nevertheless, until such times that he did find someone like that he would continue as normal.

This evening would be no exception as he wandered through the alleyways in search of Youma. He'd certainly keep his eyes out for anything friendly, but when push came to shove he was significantly more interested in the threats that existed out here...after all, wasn't that the entire point he was called to arms in the first place?

Tolin Kalin