It was a misty night, if lost souls were to walk the earth they would do so on a night like tonight. There was something uneasy in the air. It was a quiet night, not even demons were acting out. In the mist you could see a figure, tall and firm. You could hardly see him within the mist, he stood his sword in hand but no enemy which to point it. His low growl,his warning. Now the figure was not one to growl without reason, which means if you hear him growling, it best to heed his warning.