Ethelwulf was busy, clanging blades with a man that could only be described as a skilled opponent, his glossy black bikers helmet glistening under the light, the white mandible on the jaw of his helmet contrasting with the dark esemble he had on. Baggy grey jeans, a leather jacket and black t-shirt. The blade he wielded was implanted in the skull of one of his many foes. It was his height and then some; just about 7 feet in length. He dug it out of his opponents skull, swiping the blade left to clean it off, the crimson red splattering all over the pristine white sheet of snow blanketing the forest he resided in.

"How pathetic."

He turned to face you, the visor glinting under the harsh beams of sunlight. If you could see his face, the man would be in a deep scowl.

"Do you think you can give me the thrill I crave? I hope you don't disappoint me like the rest of my prey."

He took two steps, his weapon dragging across the ground, leaving thick lines in the snow. He continued forward, rolling his shoulders as he swung his blade left and right, testing combat effectiveness before he placed it over his shoulder.

"I hope you're skilled enough to humor me. Show me that you're worth my acknowledgement."

He taunted you, spreading his legs apart as he rose his blade, it's steel edge glinting in the sparce sunlight.