[i]The last round had proved rather...different...then Genral had anticipated the tourney would be. While confused, he had enjoyed his time with the dwarf woman, and found a rest period to be good for him. He'd rashly entered battle with Iran unknown entity, and if it hadn't been her that he'd been up against, such a mistake would most likely have cost his life. Silently, his right hand moved to his head, then down to the chest, from there up to the left shoulder, and finally across to the right before the Initiate pressed it against the palm of his other hand. If he'd die, he decided he'd die in prayer. Walking backwards calmly, patiently, he disappeared into the foliage surrounding the clear hill, deciding it best to wait, to breathe, and to observe before acting.[/i]