Ray: Alright, the combatants are set. Let's settle this debate once and for all...
Steel: It's time for a DEATH BATTLE!!!
Pure-white snow blanketed the landscape of a deep forest, laden with evergreens, as a biting cold winter gripped the land in frost. Yet, despite the reputation of the north being inhospitable, there were signs of life in this icy tundra. Wolves and deer were common, but the imprints that dotted the otherwise-untouched frost were not from paw or hoof.
Man had been in this forest.
Further evidence of man's presence could be heard by sharp ears. The grating of metal against metal could be heard on the cold wind--the sound of a man, fully garbed in steel plate-mail wandering the near-arctic forest.
The armor in question belonged to a man with a handsome, youthful face, straw-colored hair that cascaded down past his shoulders, and bore a scar over the rightmost of his bright, azure eyes. This man had witness