Mid morning
A field in France

In a field that has seen many a conflict from cold iron swords and arrows to the .302 Cal rifles and artillery shells and bombs. Countless lives and countless amount of blood has been lost here. It also avoid by the locals when ever they come near for it has been known to have shadowy phantoms of those long gone warriors appear and act out there final hours of life. In the dead centre of the field stands a white hair man with a red leather trench coat with a sword that has a thirst for blood. The eyes of this man is looking at a hollow that had loin but the mask had angelic/demonic features.

As I stare down this hollow waiting for it to make one wrong move it asks. "what are you? You are like nothing I have come across before." to which I reply with a bored tone. "I am blade the demon of conflict." And with that said the hollow makes it move which I responded in kind and with a sonic like boom we disappear then reappear on the space the other was just standing on. I open a fist to let dust to fall to the ground as the hollow slowly turns to dust I then say while looking out for more opponents. "heh you are hardly worth as a warm up."