The War Monger

Cekai stood in a small clearing, grinning. The snow was cold, and he was covered in it. Trained to kill at such a young age, made him who he was. Cekai gripped his blade, right hand clenched the fabricated handle. Every minute or so he pictured arrows, or an enemy lunging at him. Cekai raised his blade, and with little effort, took a swipe at the snow covered ground. A veil of snow raised out of the earth, slightly moving forward as it fell.

Cekai twirled to her direction, he was about to say something nasty, but seeing as how she looked, gave a bow instead. "The name's Cekai, Cekai Klaus..."

"yeah....you could say im new..." Cekai said "I come and go...Im from Australia, i guess"

Cekai was surprised by the new intruder, it didnt show. He still had that Blood-Thirsty grin he always had. This guy likes to hear his own voice he thought.

Cekai was taken' back by the fact that 'Matthew' reacted to his thoughts.

Cekai's eye twiched, every-one was getting too friendly