Magical creatures both large and small riddled the earth, some taking after mankind's cultures and others straying to paths of darkness.

Simon wasn't perturbed; it just made his job a little harder is all.

Though he'd never met any humanoid entities personally, he had assumed they were odd, so to say; they either had too many eyes, horns or a bloody tail, though most creatures seemed to originate from myths and legends: Pixies, martyrs, satires and the like. They seemed to keep to their own territory in the European parts of the world, which, as it happens, is exactly where the Lieutenant was sent to protect the border against the more dangerous ones.

The hazy sunlight filtered through the dangling leaves above, the trees swaying lazily as the spring's winds blew past them. Simon was sat in the shade, feet propped up on the stained wooden table that was left just outside the large and endless fence that protected the outer of the city; it held 'valuable' resources, which could be used in lethal ways by the creatures.

Simon sighed, draining the last of the water in his glass cup. The days of sitting and doing nothing but watching the forest were getting to him. He had expected at least one or two beasts to face, but the most critters that had showed up were those tiny, bug-like-

Bzzzzz.

...Pixies. Simon froze, his eyes flicking to where the bee-like buzzing sounds had emanated from, eventually spotting the golden-winged being checking out the pistol sat on the table. It was about the same length of the palm of his head, which, slowly, brought the mouth of his cup an inch over it's tiny head. He'd never managed to catch one until now.

"Little gnat."

He rumbled, your realisation dawning too late as a cup was swiftly placed atop you, stopping any means of fluttering away. Simon adjusted his position in his seat to get a closer look, the eyes behind his skull-patterned mask scanning your tiny being.