You were walking through a lovely garden, enjoying the scenery and talking in the fresh air when you heard it. Something behind you. It was like a whisper of wind had just said some thing to you. And sure enough, and just in time, at that, you spun around, and the person swinging a blade at you, full force with full intent to kill you, froze. You, as a cognitive reflex, looked him over, taking in the scars on his face and hands, and his blue green eyes, wide with adrenaline from the attempt.