Aimlessly Wandering

[Beraze]

Beraze's eyes dashed left and right. He was surrounded. A sleak smirk made it across his face as he unsheathed his sword. The aliens fell, one after another, Beraze's blows were enough to finish them all. All except one. Beraze shut his eyes and started to focus. He swung his sword with all his might, and felt it hit hard flesh. Flesh? These aliens were made of jello! Beraze snapped back to reality, realising he was just enacting his daydream, and realised he had hit an innocent civilian. Beraze turned around to apologize, but realised he had just hit a bandit. His skin started to pale as the bandit got up. Beraze ended up running away.

(ooc: I gain 10 exp?)

[Beraze]

Beraze continued to run, and stopped when he felt he gained enough distance. The distance wasn't great enough however, as a hand axe flew his way. Beraze was able to duck in time and avoided the attack. Beraze sprinted back to retaliated, the bandit soon fell.

[Beraze]

(ooc: As to avoid Topic Duplication, I'll just go ahead and post where I last left off.)

Beraze hand finally reached the edges of where the hole began. It was quite some time ago since the merry myrmidon dissapeared off the face of the earth, the man wasnt quite sure if anyone missed him. His hands were callous from his never-ending endeavor to reach the top of the deep fissure his absent-mindedness ignored. After falling into such a deep crevasse, it was suprising that he survived. However, falling was the easy part. All that was in the past, a past he had just recently lived, but past nonetheless. What he really needed to do was examine the state of his body. Beraze detected a nearby body of water and peered into his reflection. His face was all dirty, hair twice as long as before, strips of the inside flap of his hat were torn out, in a trashy but cool fashion. His clothes were slightly ripped, but not too much skin was revealed. Cleaning himself up a bit more, he peered into the pond again. He looked much better than he did a moment before, infact, he found himself quite stylish. The man picked up his blade and continued on.

[Beraze]

A trail of red and white soared across the gigantic plains. Beraze was moving, and moving fast. The reason that sparked his little impulse to sprint was something quite abnormal. A chill of some sort, almost ominous. Something threatening was close, and all that the Myrmidon knew was that he had to get away from it. Still madly dashing, the man looked over his shoulder, all seemed clear. As the Myrmidon slowed to a stop, he started hearing a slight whistle in the wind. The single sworded warrior's eyes widened. It wasn't a whistle, it was a zoom. The fighter slammed himself onto the ground, the hand-axe barely missing him.

"Quite the dodge for such a wimp of a man. Tell me, was that just a fluke?" Jumped back on his feet, back still facing the enemy.

"Would it just be a fluke if I slayed you where you stand?" The cocky Myrmidon turned his head, catching a glimpse of the enemy with his left eye. Of course, the enemy was none other but a lowly bandit. His body was large and muscular, but he was no doubt clumsy. The swordsman sighed as he assumed a battle position.

"Why you..." The Bandit launched himself at the frail looking adventurer, but the edge of his axe met nothing but air. The crook moved his sights higher, noticing the Myrmidon seemingly gliding through the air. The dirty thug raised his axe to parry the airborn attack, but his reaction was too slow. The backside of Beraze's sword slammed itself onto the bandit's shoulder, the blow sending intense pain throughout the bandit's nervous system. Beraze walked away from the fight scene, sparing the low life.

[Beraze]

The monsterous roars echoed through the quiet plain. The warrior fought with all his might, but in the end, he was no match. The man fell to his knees, clutching his abdomin, thinking that it would ease the pain even a little. It did not. The Myrmidon completely collapsed and rolled over as to allow himself to gaze at the noon sky, however, not even something like that could calm this ache. He had lost to hunger. Nearly at the end of his rope, and nearly losing conciousness, he noticed something. A bird flying. However, a bird was not what the fighter saw. He saw his lunch. He grabbed the scabbard of his sword and smiled. With all his might, he swung the scabbard towards the flyer, successfully knocking it out. Tonight, he would eat like a king eating a very small bird.