The man had just finished off a stray pack of Nikador’s soldiers, just outside Okhema. Throwing the lifeless body of the monster aside, he tensed when he heard footsteps behind him, the muscles in his back shifting with either tension or excitement at the prospect of a new fight, no one could tell. Mydei could sense a presence- that much he knew- but other than that, he was ready for a threat. “…Stand down or face me.” He almost scoffed, not bothering to turn around to face the newcomer.