In the distance of the small amount of wood lines a sound could be heard that didn't quite sound like chopping wood. It seemed too wet, and a small noise outside of that could be heard as well but it seemed to be too distance to make out what it was. If anyone was nearby to hear it and decided to investigate they would start moving deeper into the forest, well out of sight of the road and nearly a mile inwards before they came across a clearing and the horror that was in the clearing could bring most people to their knees from vomiting.

The ground was slick with a crimson wet substance, the smell of copper and metal was thick enough in the air it could almost be tasted. It appeared to be a campsite for what looked to be three, what appeared to have the body of teenager or adult wood elves if it was not for the fact that they were covered in this crimson smelly substance and another major feature was the fact that their heads were missing from their bodies, the red liquid leaving the stumps of their necks even though their hearts did not pump anymore. Their bodies were strewn around, in various places around a circle of a campfire.

Standing next to the campfire was a monster of a man, or it might not have been a man at all. Its armor was slick with the same substance as the former elves, though the gauntlets seemed to be the slickest with the liquid. Its armor was also the same color of the blood but with what appeared to be rusty brass highlights at various areas of the shoulders and chest. The being word a large, what appeared to be bearskin cloak over the back of it, spikes coming from the armor holding it in place and at its side was a massive double-headed battle-ax. It appeared to be finely made, though not mastercrafted or even something you could not easily find at any store in any major city but it did have an odd symbol on it. It was a triangle with a skull on the top of the said triangle, with two large bars coming out to either side of the skull but ending at the same point width-wise as the triangle below it. On top of the skulls came two bars, at a fifteen-degree angle before going parallel with the bars coming out the side and ending at the same length as the others.

The worst part of all of this was most likely that if the girl looked at the hand of this monster, it had something bright white in its hand, holding it in its upturned open palm. It was a bleached white skull of a Wood Elf. The monster seemed to be looking at the skulls, before leaning down and putting the skulls into a bag, which held two other skulls that looked very similar to the one he just held.

The monster would then start to get up, grabbing its ax in a single hand before preparing to leave with's it haul of new skulls.

The smell of blood drew in the shadowy figure of Fujaku, He had been sleeping in the nearby area and upon smelling the coppery substance, his scarred and ruined eyes opened wide. He had made his way toward the spot, his arms having been replaced by the man who had saved him nearly a year ago, but his body no longer felt his own. He had been asleep for nearly a year when he had awoken to an entirely new world. No nervas Order, No demons to fight. However, He hadnt grown quiet in that time. He quickly got himself back to healthy operation. however, given how stubborn his own mindset was, it wouldnt be hard for him top wind back up like he had been.

Fujaku had only his clothing, no weapons of any kind. Yet he still found himself drawn to the bloody smell as if by instinct. He came out of the shadowed area looking at the large suit of armor infront of him. The blood didnt disturb the man, who looked at the armored Figure in silence. He wouldnt waste his words on this man, no...this beast. It was taking trophies like a monster could only do. Fujakus body was ruined by battle scars, he removed the top of his clothing exposing his battle destroyed skin. He look down at the man despite his height.

Ragnar had his bag of skulls next to him, and as he put the last one in the bag he heard the sound of something that surprised him. Running towards him. This couldn't be reinforcements from the Wood Elves, they would not be running that loudly Ragnar assumed. As he reached down to grab his ax, he was surprised when he saw a man run out into the clearing in front of him.

The man was human and was wearing a set of what appeared to be priest robes but they were tattered and seemed to not be recently washed. His cloak and pants were black in color but his shirt was white in color. Ragnar took a second to realize that he was unarmed, but this was a world of Mages, so he most likely still had magic to deal with as he knew that he had to stop this man quickly before he became a problem or got in the way of his bounty ending up at the shrine to his god.

Standing at his full height how, and taking the ax in both hands, his left hand at the base of the ax and the right towards the head of it, resting just under where the head of the double-headed ax reached the wood. Ragnar started to walk forward, he had no idea who this man was or what he was capable of but he had to see if he could close the distance quickly.

Ragnar ran straight at him, his armor not slowing him down as he attempted to lunge straight at him, he knew the man could most likely not lunge backward to get out of the way and Ragnar could cover the distance between them very quickly. Ragnar luckily had a range advantage over the man, as his ax was nearly 5 feet long, before adding Ragnar's arm length of 3 feet. This gave Ragnar an 8-foot reach when the ax was fully swung which would allow the man even less time to react as he closed the distance.

Once he was within that 8-foot reach, much farther then what Ragnar assumed an unarmed fighter like him would be used to deal with, he began to swing the ax, taking his right hand and sliding it down towards his left as he tried to get as much rotation and power behind the hit as he could in a single swing while taking a step forward to add even more power. This swing would be aimed for the man's guts, meaning that if the man wanted to move down to dodge it he would most likely get hit in the head, or if he tried to jump it, it would likely hit the bottom of his legs.

Another reason why Ragnar took that step forward as to bring the ax blade so that it would strike the man in the center of the ax blade, and with Ragnar's ax being 40 centimeters long (15 inches) the ax head being in the center means that the man would have to move over 7 inches towards Ragnar or away from him in order to dodge the blow fully. This would most likely be hard for a man that while he might have expected a fight, most likely did expect a fight from someone nearly as fast as he is.

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