4th of Summer 509AV
Well, he was here. That was something. Etrius walked down the busy street, carrying a heavy pack on his shoulder. The hot summer sun beat down on everything and waves of heat floated just above the stone street. It's way too hot. Even for Summer. Etrius had been sent here for a reason. The only problem was he had forgotten what that reason was. Was it to buy something? Probably, otherwise he wouldn't have brought the pack. But what was he supposed to buy. Etrius was hesitant to go back and ask his master what it was he was supposed to buy. It had taken days to get to the city and going back to ask would take even more time. Etrius sighed. He knew his master would not be angry, the old man would probably just consider the extra travel to be more training, but it would be such a hassle.
Etrius quickened his pace. Maybe if he saw it, he would remember exactly what it was he was looking for. He rubbed his eyes on his arm, trying to clear away the sweat, when he suddenly ran into something very big and very hard. WHAM! Hey! Watch it kid! He had run directly into the back of a big Akalak who did not look very pleased.
"Uh... S-Sorry!" Etrius stammered. The heat seemed to be affecting the moods of everyone unlucky enough to be caught outside. Etrius closed his eyes brought his hands up and contorted them into a symbol that his master had shown him. It was supposed to help clear the mind and calm the nerves.
"Alright, that's it! C'mere, you little shyke!" Etrius opened his eyes, surprised at the Akalak's sudden aggression. He looked down at his hands and noticed that he had done the symbol incorrectly and was now making a very rude gesture towards the angry Akalak. Etrius dropped his hands and began backing away, trying to retain the distance between himself and the advancing Akalak. It wasn't until he was shrouded in shadow and walls rose on either side of him did he notice where he was backing into.
"Hey, listen. I-I'm sorry! I didn't know what I was-" It was too late. The big Akalak would not hear any of it. He slammed Etrius into the wall, pinning him there, and brought up a fist to punch Etrius. Etrius gasped and lifted his arms to protect his face. This was the one day in two years that he had decided to take off his gauntlet and he was about to pay for it. The first blow landed. Etrius struck back, but his fist just bounced off the Akalak's chest. Another blow came, then another, then another. Head, chest, face, arms. He was getting beat up badly. Where were the knights when you needed them?