• The morning fog began to clear up slowly as Grantz Tolemy looked over the once scenic meadow now strewn with bits of armor and broken weapons. Seeing the last of the wounded and casualties carried off he wondered why this war even broke out. Grantz Tolemy , was no older than the young man he was sent to find that day from the battle field he remembered. He still remembered how quickly his fresh faced look disappeared within a month of having had to fight a brutal war.
    Today he was quiet the grizzled looking veteran wearing his arm plate armor and never without his short blades strapped across his back. Having chosen a low profile look he wore regular khaki cargo pants and a plain black tee. No gloves today because his arm plate armor already had some brutal looking gauntlets. At his height of six feet and 5 inches he wasn't the man you wanted to try to do anything wrong to. Especially given that he looked quiet serious even in his street clothes. Everywhere he looked there were young kid that could be his sons. "This peace isn't going to last soon now is it?" He would think to himself knowing that his organization wasn't hiring young talents like the man he was supposed to find for no apparent reason.
    As he walked along briskly in a manner that suggested military he remembered that he had to look like he blended in here. It wasn't hard to match the look here seeing as how most of the young teenagers and adults seemed to favor armor on the arms and shins over chest pieces. "Seems the trend here is for light armor. I think I know why" And as he thought that he spotted the man he was sent to find.
    Shoz Ductsi. The 20 year old whom Grantz Tolemy was sent out to find and bring back even if it meant he had to sacrifice his life. The young man he spotted couldn't be any older than 21. Infact the intel he had to go on told him that he could be younger than 20.
    The young man had grayish silver hair that went over to one side and over one of the strangely red eyes. His facial expression always seemed to be neutral about all that was about him but the eyes said it all. They were the eyes of a highly skilled warrior. Sharp and ever alert to anything that would be a potential danger to life. He stood about 5feet and 11 inches. Maybe 6 feet. But it was hard to tell. What made him stick out was that the young man gave off a very strong aura that made you think twice. Just a set of jet black with white edge arm plates that covered the upper arm and fore arm only. Wearing loose or baggy dark jean shorts and a belt with a spread winged eagle buckle , it all began to make sense to why the young adults here wore arm plates mainly.
    A dark gray tee shirt with a popular symbol in white from a animated show being worn with non skid shoes that matched color with white soles he approved of the look. "Simple look buddy. Might not like the armor we're gonna make ya wear into battle." Looking for weapons he didn't see any obscenely large ones that most youngsters carried. He had to do a double take just to keep himself from seeing his past younger self. "Arm plates and double short blades huh?" The blades were a matching set that looked different however. They were black with white details like the armor was but one was more like a wide cleaver with a edge on top and one was a wide stabbing blade. "Looks dangerous , I better approach with caution."
    As Grantz began to make his approach something told him that there was something odd about the situation. Looking around without moving his head but his eyes only he saw that Shoz's hands tensed up in a subtle manner. The arms on the young man were ready to draw the wide stabbing blade at the back and the cleaver like on at the left side strapped to his side.