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The Silent was waiting. High up on Howler's Peak, he was always waiting. Why did he do this? He didn't know. How did he come to do this? He didn't know. All Nathan knew was that he was doing it, and he would keep on doing it until he was told to stop. Suddenly, footsteps. Nathan tensed, ready to strike, and he lunged out with his fist when the person was close enough. However, whoever had come was expecting the strike, and grabbed his hand. The Silent said nothing, but the tears coursing down his face showed he was in extreme pain. Dances With Balrog let go, and chuckled. "The same old Nathan, huh?", he asked, sitting down with him to watch the setting sun. The Silent said nothing: he never did. "Grendel gave me a call. He overheard some of his students talking about coming here. Do me a favor: I prefer scared over dead, if possible.", the warrior chief said. Nathan nodded. If possible. Dances With Balrog gave hima friendly slap on the shoulders. "Good man, Nathan.", he said, and walked away. The Silent resumed his meditation. The Silent was waiting.
Nathan practiced, having nothing better to do before these alleged students showed up. Stomping his right foot into the ground, he kicked out at a huge boulder that had levitated out of the cliff. Kicking it clean away, Nathan went into the straddle stance, extending his arms forward, and then sharply pulling them back. The boulder came up to meet him once more, and Nathan kicked it bluntly, shattering it to pieces. Twisting his wrists in circular motion, he sent each piece back into the hole where the boulder came from, then binded them together again. Suddenly, he felt vibrations through the earth. Five...no, six footsteps coming towards him. Nathan resumed his meditational position. Turns out ol' Dances was right after all.
Kevin's post again....