Hiding out within the trees near a lake, a young man danced around swinging a set of blades about. The speed of his swings staying at a consistent speed with a good flow to each movement. The warrior finished the sequence by throwing his weapons into separate trees, holding the final stance while catching his breath. Standing as tall as any average man, bright orange hair to match his clothing. His weapon dual Cross Spears, identical to one another each roughly 5 feet long with three 6 inch blades on one end. Standing straight up he stretched out and reclaimed his weapons from the tree trunks. The man appeared serious, but rarely would that describe him, a grin painted his face as he made his way to the lake nearby to wash off the sweat. Coming to the water's edge, he laid his spears on the ground and dunked his head in the clear refreshing water. Shaking his head like a dog he then slicked his hair back off of his face, laying back beside his weapons. "This place isn't so bad, Haven't really met anyone yet. Though I'm supposed to fight to maintain . . . order or balance?" He thought back to his village and how occasionally felt the sudden urge to fight him. "I miss some of them, but they never had any sense of humor. I'm curious to meet those of Cosmos and Chaos, maybe they can laugh."