Amarth

Shoan rode feverishly through the forest. The branches tore at his face as he rode through the untamed wilderness. As he rode he wore the same cocky smile he always wore. His persona exuded smugness. He knew something his persuer did not, and he relished the feeling of superiority.

Finally Shoan made it to his destination. He stopped, dismounted, and waited for his foe to arrive. All of his men had disappeared from behind him, but he knew where each one of them was. This wasn't the first time they did this. After all, they were the great Tamashii Hito clan, loved by the people and feared by the nobility. His grin grew just a little as he praised himself in his head.

Shoan stood a full six feet tall in the midst of this dense brush. He wore various mismatched pieces of armor and fighting gear, obviously all stolen and selected for style as much as practicality. In his hand, he held a beautiful Zambatou with two gold dragons spinning around the end just before the blade.

His ears perked as the sound of horses galloping grew closer. -=Alright, time for the climax=- he thought to himself as he prepared his mind and body for the fight ahead.