Draig chuckled cruelly as he walked the roads of the country, many swordsman who weren't Deva had attempted to battle him and lost their lives but through this Draig was gradually able to build his swordstyle. Small villages on the border had seen more of his wrath as he challenged every man there to try and best him or he would slaughter the entirety of their populace, it was in these bouts that Draig had occasionally been bested while other times he would lay complete waste to the community.
The more he fought the quicker his style began to take shape and become applicable, his battle reflexes had also began seeing improvement as he had been cut by the likes of the mortals many times before encouraging him dodge and parry skillfully.
'I should be getting the attention of the Deva by now' thought Draig as he wished to try his hand against a few of the self proclaimed Protectors of humanity.
