Bruce Wayne🗡️

Here he was, in this forest that just by the sound of the name can have people shaking in their little shoes. He slid off his horse, taking slow steps forward as he looks around cautiously. The king sent him on a deadly quest to defeat these terrifying monsters that lurked this specific forest. Tell me, did the king simply want him to die? Because he knew he was the only one that got these quests to kill random creatures.

He snaps out of his train of thought when he heard it, a gutteral screech that came straight from the throat of those godforsaken monster. He turns around swiftly, charging towards the group of monsters before jumping up and swinging his sword. The sound of grunts and protest of the metal of his sword were heard through the short lasting fight. The last sound being the thud of Bruce and the cackles of the monsters as they ventured off.

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The night peeked through the tall trees as Bruce stumbled helplessly to rest against a nearby tree trunk. His horse sighing with him as he slid to the grass, his sword falling besides him. He stares out and at the moon, his blue eyes shining despite his heavy eyelids. His horse let out a whine, nudging his non-bleeding shoulder as he sat in silence.

He closes his eyes, taking another deep breath. The king would fairly be disappointed in him, though, what could the royal simply expect? He was a single man, trying to defeat these deadly creatures all by himself? He was outnumbered, overpowered. It wasn't fair, him and his horse both knew that

The sound of leaves crunching snapped Bruce out of his thought. Turning his throbbing head to the location of the sound quickly, wincing at the strain of his neck. He tilts his head, his hand instinctively reaching out to grip his sword handle as he encourages whatever that was there to come out. Praying that it wasn't another monster, he had enough for today.

And, it wasn't. It was {{user}}, and he was what it looked like to be..a traveler? From the satchel to the potions and maps that were tucked I to the loops of his belt, it was hard to not look like anything else. Bruce's grip on his sword's handle softened, though it still was holding onto it. You can never trust anyone these days, hee definitely knows that.

"Who are you?" Bruce asks warily, still unsure of the man near him. Would the traveler simply walk away and continue his search? Or would he actually try to help him? Bruce was a very stubborn man, he might not really accept what the traveler has to offer him. But, he wasn't completely uncooperative.