After a few minutes of running, Sen finally reached the edge of the trees, finding a sight that he wished he would never see again. He halted in his tracks, sliding a few more inches, his rugged foot-paws digging into the underbrush. Slowly, he walked forward, out into the small open field next to the lake, seeing a being engulfed in black flame as well as an old enemy... Dzas...
"Fancy seeing you again, Dzas. I thought I finished you off last time..." He said, his voice soft yet carrying across the distant opening. His words were dripping in hostility and loathing, reaching over his shoulder and drawing his katana from its sheath, gripping the handle tightly.