King Zander Lee Tamein was not a windsurfer. In fact, the last time he windsurfed was during his younger years at the Crystal Academy. Once he left school, he never had the chance to get back on the board again.
As in all things of this nature however; once learned, it was only a matter of time before muscle-memory kicked in.
He was in the Avalon portal courtyard, dressed in the ubiquitous black warrior bodysuit but without any insignia. His long slate blue hair was tied back, revealing a strikingly handsome face, and his stance was proud and strong.
He stood waiting at the center of the courtyard when the twelve air riders ported through. They were all dressed in the same black bodysuit with various rankings on their shoulder insignia but there was no mistaking who the leader of the group was.
The twelve men bowed to the blue haired King with the razor-sharp silver blue eyes and awaited his command.
