User blog comment:The Reptile King/The Battlefield/@comment-26517142-20160526013943

In the midde of the dust-trodden battlefield, a spell circle materializes. Stepping out of it is a man in his early 20s, brandishing his famed claymore while the wind ruffled the thin cloak behind his back. He gingerly steps into the scarred landscape and finds his quarry. A Salamander wandering with a huge blade slung against her back.

Marden: Sagame! What the ell are you doing here for? YOu can get killed, for God's sake -

Sagame: Marden! Lookie. That's the guy who's been making a fuss right?

Marden's vision trail off and he sees him. The Reptile King, in all his glowering glory.

Marden: (Scoffs) Well..... I guess it's about time we squared off, reptile overlord.