Ren and Martyn were on a simple stroll one day, temporarily escaping the large (but safe) walls of Dogwarts. Suddenly, a branch was heard behind them, and they realised that a certain player on red was trailng behind them..

If Scar was close, then no doubt Grian was aswell, and if they both were near Ren and his hand wouldn't have much of a chance. All they had was their armour and an almost broken iron sword Martyn had brung just incase they could find food.

"Martyn. Perhaps we should.. pick up the pace, mihand."