Ivan advanced towards the target at a steady pace, consciously measuring his steps. At intervals, he would scale to the top of a tree to check the distance. After thirty minutes of fast walking, the distance to the target was now less than nine hundred metres.
He swapped his attire, changing into his majestic, full body armour. His cape fluttered gently in the steady wind above the treeline as he stood on a thick branch, surveying the distance. Ivan had no intention of continuing to walk; he feared that the rebellious teammates might actually live up to the potential they spoke so highly of. If they did, they would quickly deal with the problem at their chosen pit and be on their way to this one.
Ivan leaped off the tree branch, soaring through the air in a parabolic arc towards a target on the ground. He pulled his sword from its spatial sheath, priming to strike down a monster he had locked onto.
