He was close, he could feel it. It had been weeks since he had felt the partial sense of another deity. It had not been strong, nor had it felt like his, but it was there. It had been enough to track, and between his own power and his faithful pet he had cut down anyone that decided he had been someone to take advantage of out in the wilderness of Earthland.
The fully armored man carried his two weapons, one in each hand, as if he was in a hurry to get somewhere and ready to fight. Once one got used to his presence they would realize that was his normal state of movement, but until then he would seem like a threat to those in his way. He would remain this way until he felt the closest he had been to that sense of another, someone slightly similar to him. Were they friend, or foe? Would they greet him as an equal? There would only be one way to know, and that was to allow his presence to be felt by those around so that they could know he was there.
The fully armored man carried his two weapons, one in each hand, as if he was in a hurry to get somewhere and ready to fight. Once one got used to his presence they would realize that was his normal state of movement, but until then he would seem like a threat to those in his way. He would remain this way until he felt the closest he had been to that sense of another, someone slightly similar to him. Were they friend, or foe? Would they greet him as an equal? There would only be one way to know, and that was to allow his presence to be felt by those around so that they could know he was there.