Spring 9th, 513 AV-The Warfields
A clear sky looked down into the Warfields as a man stood, lance in hand with a non-serious grin on his face. He wanted to fight, to show his strenght to anyone roaming the fields today. He felt more powerful then ever. He flipped his lance up and rested it on his shoulder. He sighed as he stopped glancing left and right. He leaned his lance against a wall and shouted out "I challange anyone who thinks the could stand up to the mighty Titan Titus!" He stood there laughing before he reached down and grabbed his lance. He gripped the handle holding with the tip straight into the air. He grinned harded and pointed it straight forward. He thrusted it forward three times before turning fast and thrusting the lance forward two more times, he let out a breath and chuckled.
Titus leaned against a wall with a sigh. "Is there anyone even worth fighting in this town? Other then the monks" he said crossing his arms. The wind blew gently down into the fields and into Titus' face. It felt great, he snorted and stood up streight. He grabbed his lance, and ran down another hall before stopping in another clearing. He looked up at the sun and yelled out "If there is no human out their who can fight me, then Ill fight a god!" He thrusted his lance skyward, standing there like some kind of hero.