Though he did not blush, it was evident that under his mask, Double-Dead was smiling, his eyes making the tiniest of squints. "The day you beat me is the day I die," he retorted, his wit just as sharp as his blade. He crossed his arms confidently as Sbatarra left, feeling a slight pang in his heart in that he knew she would be missed.<br/><br/>Upon Sbatarra's departure, she would see the sun beginning to rise, leaving the horizon the dark blue of when that ball of light was finally deciding to ready the day for everyone. In that pale light the dewy grass on the side of the road into the mountain range sparkled dimly, the occasional flower baring its petals to attract the insects it so desperately needed to bear seeds. The start of the day was peaceful, and there was a soft, cool breeze that carried with it the moisture of the flora that cupped the dewdrops so very gently. Even if one was to have had a terrible day before, something about the atmosphere was just plain refreshing.<br/><br/>That is, for a time. Not long after Sbatarra had left, the area began to grow woody, brush and the occasional tree beginning to grow more prominently. In the distance, there could be seen what looked like two men that were just over ten feet tall, and they could be heard arguing in deep voices, speaking in Giant.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>