Fighting Mad

Xairo stalked across the verdant plain, his piercing green eyes scanning the landscape for any sign of movement. The rocks and ponds dotting the scenery seemed tranquil at first glance, but Xairo knew better. This was a place where blood had been spilled many times before in vicious battles between many judging by the stains of blood. He had been here for a few days now- worse for wear. Covered in an array of new wounds. Yet he was high on adrenaline, and was ready for the next round. The impulsive need to fight, to assert his strength, consumed his thoughts.

"Xairo Saxe"