[b][i]The One Who Would Be King Dojoville, Main Road 11:57 AM[/i][/b] [i]A man journeys up the road, making his way through the crowds and people swiftly, his path leading him to the main gate. Most of the people had to avert their gaze, the noonday sun reflecting so brightly off of his golden armor that it would blind those who gazed upon it long. As such, it was somewhat impossible to gaze on his face, giving him a feeling of incorporeality, as though he was there, but elsewhere as well. A palpable sense of power and majesty emanated from him, rippling out in all directions, creating a wide berth for him from the crowd, who averted their gaze. Those who did look for a moment beyond the glare of the reflected noonday sun saw the briefest glimpse of the man: a beautifully elegant smile, white pearlescent teeth flashing confidently' and brilliant, gleaming red eyes. Simply put, this man was resplendent, and powerful. And he knew it. A young man strutted up to him, lazily swinging a sword about, his face set in a cool, serious face. He walked out in front of the Golden King, setting himself into a defensive combat position, his eyes locking on the King's, but squinting in the light. In that moment, those who had found previously found the King hard to gaze upon now had to turn their head completely, a sheeting sound ringing through the air as a yet brighter light shone up and to the right behind the King, followed by a concussive sound booming forth. The other man quickly activated some form of energy, but was launched back, his sword flying from his hands as he crashed to the ground, sliding some fifteen feet on the paved ground. When he stopped, those who held their gaze on him noticed a sword pierced into his chest, crushing through his armor. The sheeting sound again as the light abated, and the sword dissolved into gol light instantly, as well as the fallen man's own sword, though his wound remained as he bled out on the street. Throughout the encounter, the stride of the King held true, neither pausing, slowing, or hastening. He made for the Dojo still as the crowds cried out, running, the sound alerting the guards before the calls came in, and more warriors possibly felt the challenge, ringing forth as the man walked on...[/i] [spoiler]Open, character intro. Plus, he has a Guild, so if you would wish to join, speak with him.[/spoiler]