The screams of a young woman awoke the man. He'd forgot that he fell asleep in a tree the night before; and all the horrible memories of his village being torched flooded back to him. He sat for a few minutes, trying to recollect his senses, although it was difficult to do through the layers of sorrow that seemed to weigh on him. He took a deep breath, throwing the cloak that he had been using as a blanket around his shoulders. He checked his pack, making sure everything was secure, then stretched out, his pack hanging in the tree. The man was about six feet tall, and relatively slim, a musculature built from years of struggling to keep from starving. He had long, dark-brown hair, slightly wavy, that was pushed back over his shoulders. He surveyed the scene with dark blue eyes, noticing that the screaming was coming from a beautiful young woman being dragged away by two ill-mannered men. He hopped across a couple of branches to keep up with the group, his clothing fit for the stealth he needed. He wore a simple, dark cloth shirt, black cloth wound around his hands and up to his elbows, and dark-brown leather pants, with boots of a similar color. A long, metal chain, with razor-sharp links was wound around his torso, which he was beginning to uncoil as he followed the two men and the girl. He could see that she was crying, and the men looked rather smug. A snarl of disgust found it's way to the man's face, as he hopped ahead of them, chain uncoiled, it's full length of eight feet ready for an attack. "Don't you two know that's not the proper way to speak to a lady?" he called out, and when they hesitated, he dropped from the branches, right behind them. With a carefully-aimed flick of his wrist, the chain lashed out across the men's backs, missing the girl, but tearing her cloak slightly. The girl was released, and the two men turned on her rescuer, who was already prepping another attack. He hopped back, bringing back his arm and sending the chain flying, catching the man in the stomach and flicking his wrist to bring the weapon back. A shower of blood splattered across the grass, and the man fell back, clutching the intestines that were currently escaping his abdomen. His partner looked at the chain-wielder, eyes wide and mouth slightly ajar. The younger man chuckled. "Name's Epsil. Now it's time for you to die," he said, flicking the weapon once more, tearing it down across the man's chest, causing another fountain of blood. He fell backwards, clutching at his wounds.<br/>The other man, Epsil as he called himself, walked towards the lady, coiling the chain up as he did so. He stood over her, checking his surroundings to make sure nothing else would ambush him, then helped her up.<br/>"Are you alright, m'lady?" he asked, quickly looking her over to make sure the men hadn't wounded her. "You shouldn't be out here alone, you know. Bandits are everywhere, and one as beautiful as yourself would be in great danger without protection."