With a swish of a blade and smooth sheathing of his sword, the one and only Zelos Wilder finishes up his daily training. Well, if it could be called training. Really it was something more akin to dancing, but, hey--that’s a form of training, right? Zelos looks up from the tree in front of him.
“Man, for such a tall guy you really turned into a stump pretty fast, huh?” Something he says solely to boost his own ego. The tree had no power to fight back, he of course knows this. The bully. It’s not until he finishes wiping the sweat off his face that he realizes he’s not alone. “...Like what you see? Or is it a hobby of yours to creep up on people like that?” Or perhaps...both?









