The Wordsmith Myth
A Story Teller
He looked at him. "Okay." He raised his arms and started moving around hopping on his feet keeping light and defensive. He clearly knew what he was doing."fight you?" He said surprised. "If that's what you want to do. " he chuckled. "A forest perfect place for me to fight." He put his hand on the ground and the grass started dying. "Sorry needed that after losing the last fight I was in. "