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The forest had been quiet, that was until he meandered his way into the Southern reaches. First the only sounds had been the distinct sounds of the forest, though slowly there came the distinctive sounds of clanging metal and clinking steel...defiantly not natural. Soon the source of this noise became apparent, it was but a single man wearing chainmail, a huge shield was on his back and a crossbow slung over one shoulder, and he didn't appear to be doing very well. Under his breath he muttered cursed to himself as he slowly picked his way through the undergrowth and the trees, which hindered his already overburdened and large figure. This particular man was well built, with visibly large arms and the assumed strength to haul all the armor and weapons he carried with him, though none of it was doing him any good as of the moment.

Little did the armored man know that he was walking into a part of the forest he really shouldn't have been in, as the sounds of the forest faded behind him and left him only his own mutterings and the clink of his chainmail. Slowly the man slowed his already lethargic like pace down to a halt, having finally noticed both the fog and the new look of his surroundings. Slowly he moved his head about, taking in as much as he could with his senses, all of them including his mind...which had given him nothing but an unnerving sense of fear. Whoever this man was he had stepped out of the fire and into the frying pan, as this only made him more lost.

"You've got to be kidding me!" he said to himself as he turned about, trying to get his already misplaced bearings, to no apparent avail. "Fours days I've bee walking and nothing! no village! no city! nothing! and now this! what the hell is going on!" he shouted out, frustrated by his current situation. Bringing down his crossbow from its resting place slung over his shoulder he reached back into the bolt pouch under his shield, fetching one of the think and deadly bolts stored there and placing it into the already drawn back crossbow, making it now loaded and deadly. This he held in both hands, one on the front part of the stock near the limbs and one at the rare of the stock, with a gentle finger kept on the trigger. Something made him uneasy, and he felt like he was being watched.

"Come out!" he shouted into the fog, keeping his loaded crossbow steady and pressed into the small of his shoulder, "If anyone is even there..." he muttered to himself, knowing full well that his mind could have been playing tricks on him.

A voice? oh, Alphonse really must have been hearing something...really, nobody else was out here in the middle of nowhere...right? Tightening his grip even further on his crossbow he turned to where he though the direction of the voice was, and he let out a shout.

"Yeah, who is asking!" he shouted, his deep voice bellowing out in all the surrounding area, hopefully to the ears of whoever was out in the forest with him, if there was someone at all. Whoever it was, friend or foe, it would be sight for sore eyes, as Alphonse hadn't seen another soul in nearly four days since he had left that village in search of a large city of some sorts..full of ninja. Ninjas? really? now he knew that was a lie...right? Still though he kept on his toes, prepared to fend off an attack if need be.

"Mu name is Alphonse, and truth be told I'm a fair bit lost..." he called out into the foggy surroundings, knowing now that there really was someone else out in this forest other than himself. So he wasn't crazy...what a relief. Lowering his crossbow he removed the bolt and slipped it into the bolt pouch from which it had came, as there appeared no need for violent force against this other person. Well, not that he could generally tell anyway. By now that feeling of fear had spread and grown, turning into a mild sensation of dread...an odd feeling for a once peaceful forest. If there was something wrong here and it wasn't that man, then perhaps there was something out in these woods like the rumors had said.

"Not good..." he whispered to himself, waiting to see if the man would come out of the mists. He wouldn't move, as that would make locating each other even harder.

Only death awaits you all, but do not fear. For it is through death...

Approaching ever closer Valentine would have moved about 15 yards by now.
"You ain't the only one." Would be yelled out in response, as he continued trekking towards him. It was rather odd though, whilst in this forest he'd yet to see a single animal. No squirrels, no rabbits or insects. Just trees. Lots and lots of tall trees. He wouldn't pay much mind to it though, he just thought it was slightly odd was all.

That a new spirit energy is born. Soon, you will live again as a part of me.

Valentine would have covered 30 yards, actually, as he got closer. Within the fog, he could hear the shouting of his ally more clearly, along with the rumbling stomping of something large across the line of trees in his way.

((Psycho, what is your character doing exactly? Kneeling down with his back to the monster?))

With a mighty leap, the large beast aims to bear down onto the crouched man and crush him under its feet.

Reyins' adventure into the forest would come to a surprise start, as his right foot will feel a great pull on it as a brown rope is tripped, causing it to begin pulling up on Reyin's right foot. However, the rope seemed to be having trouble getting the pull it need, so it will slowly be moving Reyin toward the branch it was hooked to. Reyin had only about four seconds before his body would leave the ground.