Krash began his adventure in his room. He had to escape the dungeon which was his room. Pulling his door open strongly it slammed against his wall. "I've made it out, I just to escape the castle." He peaked his head out the door to see multiple guards waiting for me. "It's an ambush!" Darting from side to side as he makes his way through the hall way or corridor in his case. Avoiding each attack with in a hairs link. Though he had to stop and fight for seconds, actually bumping in to people, but bouncing back and continuing his mission down the steps to the dining area. "Freedom!" He roared as climbed over the ledge and launched himself towards the bottom floor. Making some incomprehensible noise as he flew towards the ground. Landing and instantly rolling to avoid any serious injury. Though the impact his knee made the with the stone flooring did effect him for a moment. "Blast," He said as he attempted to get up, but stumbled against the wall holding himself up.<br/><br/>Holding his knee he gritted his teeth, and came back to reality. "That shit really hurt." Now with a limp he made his way towards the dining room. The pain eased and a grin formed, reality was gone and his imagination took form again. Pausing for a second, and then darting off. He found the entrance to the dining room, and when he saw the other student sitting at the table he saw him as his fellow knight readying for the feast. He broke in to a sprint as he approached Kat he noticed the table would block him. That was no problem as his hands pressed hard against them, and he took to the air clearing the width distance of the table. Landing next to Kat he quickly turned to him, and actually realized that his head was down. That meant something was wrong, but could Krash balance reality at this moment? "Sir Katsuhiko what troubles thy?" He said as he pulled a chair out, and plopped down next to him.<br/><br/>He and Kat went a ways back, as they trained together in the art of sword play, but Krash always saw it as a duel for the better swords man.