Maerius stood still, his trusty curved blades hanging strapless from his back as usual. Out of habit, he pulled his streak of white beard, continuously in deep thought. Around him were several Guards Irunmoles with various weapons of light ranging from bows to swords to daggers to mere beams.
From the looks of it, they appeared to be sparring or about to. The environment bus widely spaced, filled with white sand for as much as two hundred meters. Outside the circular arena, trees outlined the perimeter, beautiful butterflies and brightly colored birds adding to the lustre.
"Ready, 3rd Prime." An Irunmole called out, a white band on his head.
Hearing that, he spaced out his legs, circling his curled fingers in the air. Still even at this, his eyes are largely unfocused.
"Come at me!" Maerius the 3rd Prime muttered.
"Hiyaaaaa..." Foosteps rammed down on the ground as all the Irunmoles in various types of white leather armor charged for him.
