"Are you that confident, Golden Dragon? You dare to proceed despite noticing there's something amiss." The human standing in the center of the city square slowly opened his eyes. He was over three meters tall, donned in a ferocious armor. Shoulders, elbows, knees... every moveable, offensive part of him was equipped with sharp blade-like protrusions. A heavy sword, as tall as him, was held in his hands, its blade thrust into the ground—a third of the blade was buried beneath him.
"What else am I supposed to do?" Muria looked at the nearly inhuman figure before him and smirked. "Am I supposed to run back and hide in my own castle after noticing something was wrong?"
"Do you think..." Muria glanced around him, "are you worthy of that?"