It was a good day this day and Shynthriir was just simply walking through the lands of Imythess when he came to the Plains of Debon. The setting was nice and quaint and he couldn't go on any longer without stopping to rest and take in the beauty that was the Debon Plains. He found a tree and leaned his back up against it. He then closed his eyes and was about to fall asleep when he heard a crack, of what seemed like a twig. Shynthriir looked up from his quiet spot.

Crovax watched the man sitting there with interest. It had been several days since he had eaten, and he needed to find something fast. This man should prove a tasty meal that would last for at least a few days. Crovax both loved and hated the climate of this place. It was never to cold or hot, yet the lack of cold meant that a fresh kill spoiled swiftly. Crovax slithered silently through the grass, feeling the thrill of the hunt starting to take over. Hopefully, he could dispatch of this person quickly, and begin the feed. Drawing his scimitar, he moved forward quickly.

Shynthriir looked up and saw the man, the beast better put. It was a salamander, a fire one to be specific. It's body was the traditional red color that came with the class. There Shynthriir didn't know what the man wanted, but he knew that it was probably not good. Shynthriir was quick to his feet and then cast a simple protection spell with only a simple thought. A shield of water circled him and would do well in protecting him in case of danger. What do you want beast?

Crovax had survived in the plains by learning to think quicker than it took him to strike. He acted swiftly, changing forms to make himself look like a human being. He detested this form, but sometimes it was necessary. He changed himself into a tall man with wavy brown hair, he tried a smile, hoping that it would put the person off guard, he didn't smile very often. "I am sorry if I startled you, but sometimes the plains can be dangerous, and I choose to travel in a form that makes predators think twice about trying to attack me. Are you enjoying your day in the plains?" Crovax wasn't sure if this man would believe him, but it was worth a try.

Shynthriir took a step back, a spell in his mind was tingling slightly and he knew it to be his detect evil spell. Shynthriir cast the spell in his mind to make sure it was right, and in fact it was. He took another step back and said, I repeat myself, what do you want beast?

Crovax cursed that the man had still known that he was bent on harming him. It didn't really matter that much, it just made his job easier when they thought that he was good. "So, the human can do a few tricks, it won't save you." Crovax hefted his scimitar in his right hand, gazing unblinking into the other man's eyes. He refused to be blocked by some stupid wall of water. In this form, he wouldn't be harmed from the water like he normally would, but it still annoyed him. Crovax charged at the man, swinging his scimitar at the wall, seeing what effect it would have.

Shynthriir was not a weak man, well perhaps weak, but far from slow. He had trained many-nay, countless hours training as to protect himself from the dangers of the land. Slowly over the training, he had gained several inert abilities that came to him the moment he wished them to come. He loved them, and used them to their fullest as often as he could.

His lightning reflexes were the first to kick in. The moment the blade came from its sheath, Shynthriir reacted. He moved with the weapon, as it came forward tarward him, he moved backward away from it. But he was not moving at a normal speed. In fact, he was moving with speed double that of a normal drow, another inert ability that he had gained over countless practice with great warriors.

If you wish to fight me, you are doing a pathetic attempt at it. Shynthriir let out a smirk and then crossed his arms over his chest. He would enjoy toying with this one untill he really needed to use his own weapons, two finly crafted twin scimitars.