".... How do you know how i fight? I might be better at combat than you. Offense is the best defense. If i was being shoot at with a bunch of arrows then i will just slice them all. The quicker you are the greater of a chance to win. But your right.... So lets introduce ourselves I am Yami with Kami the Saber Cat."

I just hide in a tree, Chun muttered, looking at Lorelei

"And here is Chun-Yan and his Land slider Lorelei" Yami tries to grab Chun's collar so that he doesn't run away.

"I wouldn't be cocky, you are still a child. I'm sure your form is off, balance iffy, and your pet too prone to common moves. You all are childish, to be expected from children though a beggar can't be choosy." With a heavy sigh he looked them over once more before looking to Argo whom rolled his eyes. "Names will come later, if you pass our test. Gather your things and meet us under the greatest Oak in the forest, the one surrounded by tulips." With that he packed up his things and began to walk away.

"Fine" Yami says in a soft voice. Yami starts to think on the words of what the man just told her. "Did she really have a bad form? Childish mistakes?" Yami ask Chun "Are you still coming or are you going to stay in a tree?" Yami follows the man to the greatest Oak in the forest.

I-Im coming..! He said, puffing out his chest. I-I just gotta get my things..!

They were incredibly difficult to ignore with their heavy foot steps, loud breathing and their yapping! It was worse than a pack a dog! Rubbing his temples a bit he took a breath and slowly made his way to his 'home' if that nearly collapsed shack was to be called that. Out side was a small anvil and a forge that's fire had grown cold nights before. He hated having to forge his own tools, it took ages to do something he didn't have to offer. Bending some he slipped into the home, past the caved in door to the room on the other side. There he tossed the ruined armor to the side, with the rest that needed repairs and picked up the last pair that remained. It was his mentor's armor, the very set that the man had been given when he came of age. Claradon ran a hand over the craftsmanship, he himself had never gotten such an introduction into this life. There hadn't been the time, nor could they risk someone hunting them down. So when his mentor fell he had been gifted this, which now was all he had left. Slipping the armor on and fastening it down was a chore. It in the end his chest was covered in a light leather armor with rows of thin chain mail covering it. If he hadn't been so stuck up he might have even made a joke about resembling some witcher in the parts though he let the words slip his mind. Rolling his shoulders some he crawled back from the shack into the early afternoon air. Right, now where were those training swords?

Bye! Blue yelled as they walked away. She had finally gotten Shad to stop dragging her around. Come on Shad, lets go home... she said and began walking home.

(Is she going to meet up with them later? At the tree?)

(Yes, she will get there eventually!)