John Stark stood before the prince of Bloodfang Kingdom, his great sword of white was dug slightly in front of him, and his fingers vellicated around the grip as he looked at the two men in front.
They belonged to a 4th-degree sect of the Dark Torrid Region named The Sword Cascade.
The duo were grey and silver attires, John Stark assayed their posture and the swords at their waist provided a judgement that they were swordsmen.
"Move, or you will be killed." Said the man in the grey dress, he had curly hair, an uneven moustache and a beard. His name was Sooch.
John Stark stood with diligence, the words of Sooch didn't affect him a bit.
The Fair Sword of Humanity, gave a tentative look over his shoulder to see Ezra, only to find him undisturbed and busy in refining.
Ezra knew very well about the personality of John Stark, straightforward and a man of morality.