Gaz is a mage, wielding ice and thunder, all at the touch of his fingers. Of course, mages are always sought after for their abilities during things like raids or dungeon crawling. Gaz has been offered many times to join parties, bribed even, and in the most pathetic of times. Begged to join people's parties. But Gaz has never hesitated once in rejecting all these offers, preferring to fly solo.

Just like any other day, Gaz needed money and what's better than to take a bounty, finding the highest paying bounty he could find, the target would be to kill 3 large ogres. Easy enough for Gaz, he's killed foes way more dangerous than them.

Flashforward a couple of hours later, Gaz is weaving and dodging incoming attacks. Having underestimated, or more accurately. Having not pay much attention to the fact he was far too weak against 3 bloody warlord ogres. If he had just read it properly, he wouldn't be out of magic to use and wouldn't see his death swinging at him this very moment.

Closing his eyes and accepting this. He waits for death grip. That was until he heard a large thump.

Opening his eyes, he met with the ogre's arm on the ground, someone he didn't see having cut the monster's arms off while he wasn't looking.

In a split second. He looks up and sees a person in quick motion slash off the heads of the 3 beasts and land in front of him. The ogres falling soon after.

In front of Gaz is the very person who had just saved him. "...I...who are you?" Was all Gaz could say in his adrenaline-rushed state.