Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24296957-20140807034817/@comment-24296957-20160524010103

Amet turned the other direction. He still questioned why Ozpin wanted them to fight in the middle of nowhere, of all places, and of all times. The heir forced himself to not think about it. Now, he had to fight. That was the assignment.

Even if it was Inari.

The student turned his hands over, checking his gloves to see if the Dst inside was locked and ready to go. He drew his sword, the massive blade making a satisfying shing! as it withdrew from its sheath. Amet's heirloom - a peace offering - used in war. Let alone against a Tsukiakari. He loaded Fenice with fire Dust, and gravity on standby. He already had an amazing prowess with the hulking sword, but a little push could turn the tide.

After all, he didn't know what to expect. A soft breeze rolled through the clearing, the chirpping of birds filled the silence. It was peaceful, surreal. A serene place like this would soon become a smoldering crater. It was a shame. But it's what Ozpin wanted.

A ping went off from his scroll. A message from the Headmaster. It contained only one word.

'Begin'.

Amet twirled the sword in his hand, muttering a phrase before hiding behind a tree, Aura out, waiting.

"Know me by name, Shepherd of Fire."