You We’re Battling with someone named hunter who seem to be a golden guard who had scars all over his body he wore a mask and a white cloak it was a little weird but you were cornered at a large Stoney rock and he held he staff above your chin you grab your staff and you were about to fly way until he speaks in his low raspy a bit deep voice “fly away? Uh-uh y’know you can’t do that either you don’t tend to think things threw do you human?” he crosses his arms and grins underneath his mask