He, a man with short brown hair, sharp features, and a strong muscular build, dressed in white pants, a thick white collared shirt with extended arms to keep the cold out and a hood that covered the top half of his face, so that if you looked directly at him all you would see where eyes and a mouth. He stood alone, thinking of his past, having spent a majority of his young teen life in the cold wind swept mountains he had very little knowledge of the world beyond the snowstorm mountains. His only companion was a large Snow cat, who he had raised after the death of its mother.
'Crack!', he whirled around to see the cause what at interupted his peaceful thinking time. He scanned the tree line, then from out of the shadows stepped a nightmarish creature, covered in dark grey furr with yellowish spines protruding from the bace of the neck to the tip of the tail, it stood a head taller then any man he had ever seen, its head looked to be that of a wolf but it was far larger to match the size of the body, its three inch claws all curved to a point as well as its huge knife like fangs and glowing red eyes that seemed to leave a trail when it left that spot. Another one of these beast stepped forward from the darkness followed by a man! He was dressed in complete battle armor that was symmetrical to itself, but instead of the purity of white he wore mostly red with black highlights here and there, giving an ominous look. He also had a shining double edged sword with red inlay hanging at his side. He also wore a symbol on his chest that brought back very painful memories to the white cloaked man, five diamond shapes, one inside of a larger one, and three splayed on the bottom, but they were all connected and stuck out of the armor a little ways. His helm which covered his head had black glass shaped like two connected diamonds for him to see through and a third one that pointed down, connecting to the others, but this one was red as blood.
"Who are you?! demanded the man in white, staring down his new opponents.
"I am...the blood knight, Regan" he paused to look over the stranger. "And I have been searching for Forge, guardian of the northern gates". This caught the man in white by surprise, he thought to himself 'how does he know my real name', he bent down on one knee and started to play with snow to think. This Infuriated Regan though he did his best to hide it, "Can you not understand me stranger? Or do i have to pry the information from your dyeing body just like the others", he said with a slight smirk. During this time he had taken off his helmet so that he could see this man better, and Forge had finally rolled enough snow together to make a decent sized snowball, Regan didn't seem to notice, but what he did notice was a small symbol right above his heart that looked like a golden circle with two lightning bolts crossing behind it. At the mention of "others" being killed for info on himself he stood up and faced Regan and his wolf-things.
"If you want me so bad, why did it take you so long to find me?"he taunted, "Any of the Northern Knights could have told you exactly were i was, or were you to stubborn to listen".Regan did exactly as he had hoped, his face got almost as red as his armor, his eyes bulged, Forge thought he was about to have a temper tantrum.
"You'll pay for that insult you worm! I will hang you head on my mantel. I will...". Smack! Regan reeled backwards coughing and spiting out the chilling snow, but by the time he had gotten all the snow out of his eyes and ears and looked back to where Forge had stood, he was gone. "Curses! That swine will pay, i will find him" he looked over at the wolf-things "What are you waiting for you stupid beasts! Find h...".Smack! Again right in his face, this time he got the snow out of his eyes first, he looked in the direction the snowy missile had been fired. There standing at the edge of the cliff was Forge, bent over laughing at his very comical opponent. Regan was so angry that he couldn't even speak, Rorge took this opportunity to give a quick two fingered wave of goodbye and backflipped off the mountain edge. Regan still speechless ran up to the edge of the cliff hoping by some miracle his prey had not gotten away from him, but what he saw was even worse, Forge was skidding down the slope with incredible speed and ease.
Regan exasperated, turned and yelled at the wolfs, "What are you standing around for! go get him!". The wolf-things ran over and jumped after Forge, but they didn't know the environment like he did, they had no control over their direction. One of them hit a rock, flipped into the air and hit the ground rolling and gathering snow, the other slid right into a tree 'smash!' leaving a wolf man imprint on the tree and knocking it over, the beasts barreled down the slope until they reach the bottom, but their momentum kept them going and they both flew over the edge of the mountain to their deaths, splattering on the bottom in a mess of blood and guts.
"Your next Regan" Forge said looking up at his last opponent.
"Well if you want something done right", he jump onto the slope," you have to do it yourself". He slide to the bottom of the slope where he found Forge awaiting him. Regan slid within thirty paces of Forge and started to close the distance, drawing his sword for a powerful overhead strike he ran up to Forge who didnt move a muscle. He stopped only two paces away and lowered his sword.
"Why don't you defend yourself! I could have killed you and it wouldn't have mattered" he stated matter-o-factly.
"I knew you wouldn't kill me, at least not yet anyway" he paused and took a step forward, only one pace away, he was close enough to see his eyes through his mask. Regan raised his sword and poked Forge in the chest to keep distance, this didn't seem to bother Forge, unnerving his opponent even more. "And another thing, your masters want me for some reason, thats why you didn't run me through when you had the chance, that will be your last mistake". Forge knocked Regans sword out of the way with his left hand, twisted his body to the side and struck his mask full force with his head, shattering the glass protecting Regan's eyes and knocking him backwards.
"Aaaarrrrrgggggg" Regan shouted pulling off his helmet and scraping the bloody glass from his eyes, raising his sword hand to protect himself from anymore unexpected attacks. Then he heard Forge speak.
"Now you get to see my parlor trick". Forge took his right hand in an overhead arc from left to right with his for finger and ring finger pointed out and what looked like snowflakes trailed behind them. Slamming his hands together, the palm of his right against the fist of his left, the moment the touched a flash blinding light hit Regan in the face, and as quickly as it came it was gone. Wen he opened his eyes, no longer was a man in ragged white clothes standing there, but a Knight. His armor was whiter than the snow itself with shiny gold inlay that sparkled off the suns radiance and the gold symbol emblazon on his chest, his helmet had curved "T" shaped glass for him to see through, and a cape flowing behind him. He stood tall, the many marks here and there across his armor indicating the many battles he had fought in. Regan backed up, now realizing that he was far outmatch.
"I knew it was you! You've been hiding up here for to long, its time you come rejoin the living!" Regan was done playing his games and charged him, his sword flying in every was able to dodge most of these, but he didn't see one of the wolf men climbing up the slope behind him. Regan began to force him towards the edge, and as he back up he felt a strong grip latch on to his ankle. 'Not you again' he stole a glance down to look at the creature, it had one leg missing and a gaping wound across its face revealing what was left of its bloody teeth. Then he saw it Regan's blade heading strait for him, it sliced through his helmet like butter and sending him into a snow drift. He removed his helmet revealing a gash going from the top of his left cheek bone through his nose ending at a lower point on his right cheek. Regan closed the distance quickly and set his sword against his throat and pressed so that more blood trickled down.
"Now what are you going to do old man?"