A little more unrest

[Natoe Bogard]

Moraine, the largest city in Algrippe Natoe had escaed Berinik to at least get some relaxation time he got off the palne the ticket he had was real it was thanks to the old warrior and his granddaughter. Natoe trusted them and hoped they were safe from any mobs from the arena. Natoe knew he would not be safe so far he has not had a moments rest since he got on the palne his heart racing with looks from people next to him. He was hoping no one knew just what he was. He was a kind man who only took one life in his 13 years of swordsman ship.

Natoe was a peacelover deep down he also felt a calling this was driving him across the world he wasn't seeking an opponant he was seeking soethign an inner peace that is out of his grasp.

As he got out of the airport he wondered the streets knowing full well the dangers but he was not afraid to defend himself. He soon walked to a currency exchange to get local money but it didn't seem he got richer but he was a little richer. He then took a map and located a small motel this place had to do and it was cheaper than those huge hotels he saw he brought some money with him but hid the rest in a very well hidden place not even a maid could find it. Natoe had a bad feeling all around him. He was gonna be fighting if he was caught again. He walked out into the main streets and went into the resterant to get somethign to eat. He was looking around at the local women trying to at least understand them.

Natoe always feared dying alone since he turned 18 this place had many lovely girls but h didn't trust them because he could feel somethng in the air. Natoe got a DR Pepper as well as a steak and some potatoes He was famished thsi was gonna be better than the arena food he had. He didn't want troube so he hid is sword in his lap hidden the hilt in hif coat. This way it looked like a board a long black board.

[Simbar, the lion breed]

Simbar has been tracking this man down for a long time, which seemed like an everlasting thirteen years. Vengeance pumped through his veins like acid, causing his temperature to grow with his malice. His green eyes no longer sparkled like they once did, instead they seemed hollow and lifeless, the look in your eyes right before you pass on to the Lion afterlife. If Simbar die in battle, which he may, then let it be with honor by avenging his good and missed friend.

The Lion could never forget the day he found him dead; all that was left was the scent of the boy whom killed him. So there on, he tracked him. It took this many years just to gain site of the murderer. Of course he followed the boy, but did it with intelligence and caution. He even managed to follow him on the plane.

Now with his vengeance at its climax, follows him to the restaurant…..

Simabr’s eyes glared from the window as he watched him like a wild Lion and its prey. His claws slowly reached back for his hundred pound war hammer. Simbar was very bulky and stood about 11’8”, weighing around six to seven hundred pounds. His feet stomped into the restaurant, and with ease picked up one of the steel chairs, and whipped it at the boy. “NOW YOU DIE!!”

[Natoe Bogard]

When Natoe heard the crashing of the steel chair he had seen the large man had hearled that cahir at him and when Natoe ducked under it crashing into the wall he was shocked at the sight of the large beast infront of him."It's you! I thought you died all those years ago?!"He yelled drawing his blade."I know I killed you 13 years ago! How can you be here!?"He shouted hoping to understand what in the world was going on here.

His katana pulled from it's sheath he knew he would have a hard time against this oppenant. He didn't know if anyone else would join this match up. Natoe, the wild style fighter and this Large man from Natoe's past.

[Simbar, the lion breed]

"It's you! I thought you died all those years ago?!"

Simbar chuckled as he patted the heavy handle of his war hammer. “No!” Boomed his deep snarling voice, “The man you killed thirteen years ago is dead. That man you killed was a greatest and most devoted friend to me! He was like a brother to me and you murdered him!”

The giant animal smacked a table out of his way. People around him screamed in horror at the violent beast. “Thirteen long years I have tracked you down with the senses of my nose. I licked at your heels more then once, now I have finally found you. I will destroy you to honor my dear lost friend!”

Simbar’s abbes crunched together as he let out a thundering roar before kicking one of the tables at him. Slowly, step by step, he got closer to the boy, just waiting for him to come in reach.

[Natoe Bogard]

"Honor?! That man had no honor beating down unarmed people like he did."Zeion said as he backed up and when he felt the chairs behind him he then said."If you want honor then why don't you go the arena? I just wanted to be left alone! That is why I have traveled to those lands just to get away from my past."Natoe said as he tried getting away from this beast.

[Simbar, the lion breed]

“The arena will grant me nothing boy!” Simbar slammed down his hammer, busting the floor where he stood just seconds ago. “Hold still you little hobgoblin!” The lion lifted his hammer, busting the floor once again because Natoe dodged his mighty weapon. “Fight me you fool or die like the coward you are!”

Lifting his hammer up, he took a few steps toward the boy, his eyes filled with blood lust and adrenalin. His giant palm smacked away tables and chairs as he tried to manage his way close enough to throw another powerful swing. “Stop your running and face me human!”

Simbar just finally gave up and stood there, pointing a large finger up at him. “Arena huh? Fine, we will fight there boy, that is where you will die, in front of the world, so that they may all watch you fall like a pitiful worm….”

“If you do not show up, I will hunt you down and eat you for my breakfast…” The large best let out a low growl as he turned and stomped his way out of the building, leaving the place a tragic mess. About five people were injured from all the chaos and one was even killed from a hard blow to the head from one of the air bourn chairs.