SASCHA
The axe glimmered in the daylight as it raised up in the air to strike him down and he slightly recalled himself thinking; This is it, im dead. as he closed his eyes awaiting the powerful attack. The mans breath was terrifying him and he couldn't believe that this was the last thing he would ever hear. But.. nothing happened? He had forgotten how the breathe as he just stood there, stiff like a log, awaiting the incoming death. It took a while before he registered that he was still alive and slowly he opened an eye to peer at the stranger who seamed to have stopped his attack and now looked at him from the top of his shield. What?
He opened the other eye as well and was wondering if his legs would be able to hold up his weight after this whole ordeal. He started feeling dizzy and remember there was this mythical thing called breathing that existed and with that thought he drew his first breath after what felt like a eternity. He didn't really know what to do now, just stared dumbly at the man in front of him for a good three seconds before he opened his mouth to speak. Apparently this was NOT the day to tragically die in a mysterious place.
"I... ehum... " He seamed to need another second to gather his thoughts but cleared his throat and tried to look a bit tougher then he actually was, which failed epically. " I.. think so? I mean.. where am i even? One moment i was in the woods in China and then i woke up here. How far from China am i? Could you please help me to find my way back?" He was so confused right now that it wasn't even funny. He continued with saying; "I have never seen a place like this.. how long was i passed out?" Considering he had not starved to death then China should be pretty close nearby right? It's not like you could travel to far with a horse all to far before starving to death right? maybe a few days away? His stumic made a growling noise again which didn't make him much wiser. He was hungry; sure. But not starving.. WHAT WAS GOING ON?!
