The dust had drifted, and the bones rose stark against the dark blood-stained ground. No lush grassy ridges and overgrowth to hide them. No, the land was haunted and cursed by the blood that was shed here. The bones unlike that of Fossil Ridge, littered this dust bowl as reminders of lives once lived more recently.
Eltrys would learn more, about how each opponent approached, started, and ended. Even if they bested him he would learn. How would he sidestep a new player on the battlefield? How could be brace himself against a charged onslaught?
He lifted his nose to the sky, a long doleful deep howl, calling for an opponent. Let them test their skills against each other in this desolate wasteland.
Knight
Professor
