The icy rain droplets splattered all over his charcoal pelt, putting the large man into an uncomfortable state. Mud was thrown up behind him as he stepped along the wet terrain with his bright pools studying the area. It wasn't too long ago since he had met the enchanting woman, Six. He couldn't take his mind off that night. It was as if the world had become a dream for him. But since the woman had requested a spar, he agreed, and was now searching for her through the battlefield. He couldn't help but feel a bit scared, worried. But at the same time waves of excitement overwhelmed him. The boy really couldn't explain his inside feelings. Too complicated, he'd always say. Suddenly his thoughts were cut off by a crispy shriek. No, it sounded familiar. Aldoro whirled around and jerked himself forward, his paws beginning to skip across the muddy plain. Finally he entered a massive area, in which was clear and open. The man took a moment to absorb the features of this place--- right before a large black blob was placed a distance away from him. The sound of the pattering rain and the faint darkness from the cloudy sky made it hard for him to notice who it was. But as he inched forward, the girl's beautiful purple eyes flashed before him. He smiled and stepped back a bit before nearly yelling out, "Shall we get started?" through the pounding rain.
"Speech"
