The Black Warden scoffed as he sheathed his bloodstained sword back to its sheath.

"What a waste of energy." He scowled at the corpse of his opponent.

"I'd thought you'd be as strong as you said. Pathetic." He spat on the corpse as he turned his heel and walked from the 'useless battle' he experienced.

Suddenly he felt eyes bore into his back, this stopped him in his tracks and he glanced at the large tree where he had gotten that stare from.

He sighed sharply as he chose to ignore the 'weak' presence for now. he turned his head away and continued back to elsewhere.