The General was in a nice dirt clearing outside of two great gates that were surrounded by massive walls. Trees stood tall behind the two, but most of them were far away. "It would be my pleasure then to oblige your true instinct I see in your eyes," the man said with a slight smile. He held out his wooden katana as it burnt away with cobalt flames, revealing a much more graceful weapon. A katana adorned with Oriental etchings, with Celtic knots decorating the grip. It was the katana that the empty scabbard by the man's side was missing. "It would be an insult to use a weapon such as a [i]bokken[/i] against a man with metal."