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Grayson crouched behind some wild blackberry bushes as soon as he saw her. He hadn't been doing anything specific beforehand - basically, just taking a stroll. It was bright and sunny out, almost unbearably so, but there was a coolness to the air. Autumn was approaching, a great golden beast with clouds on its tail. He looked forward to it.

The female...she was wearing clothes and carrying a bag. He could make out the crisp blueness of her eyes even from this distance; shards of frozen water holding the light. She was an able-bodied sort. Grayson glanced at his side, where he still held in a fist his walking stick. More of a staff, really. He had shaved off the bark. The gunmetal warrior did not rely on it much these days, but it had nonetheless become a comfort and he was seldom seen without it. The bandages on his chest had likewise been removed, revealing a wide barren patch of skin and the healing and horrendous knife wound.

Making up his mind, the optime shot to his feet and ran at the female, weilding his staff. "OOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAWWWRGH!!!"


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