Vulpae took a sip from the fireflask, entering as his body repaired, refreshed for the battle ahead. The tree village made him uneasy, he prefered to work on the ground, on solid footing. He did not care for trees, too many places for his foe to hide. The armored knight stared through his visor at the folage for a moment, before looking for his foe.<br/>It wasn't long before he appeared before a man in robes at the oppisate end of a bridge to his opponent.<br/>"Mage..." he said, turning to face his foe, drawing his bloodstained blade, his bloody silver armor glinting in the bright sunlight of the all too cheery village.