#character:eugene

   The salamander and dragon were two creatures of flame, one said to be born from it, the other known to harness its power. Currently, two such creatures had just finished facing each other. Two roars echoed through the mountains as distant volcanoes rumbled and erupted-- one belonging to a dragon, the other to a large, armor-clad man. The dragon's head had been cleaved from its neck by a large, double-edged sword and both pieces immediately fell and crashed to the rocky, broken earth below. Eugene's four red wings pointed upward to break his flights as the ring of fire produced by his Blood Armor's ability faded, and he began to fall toward the ground to collect his spoils.

   Staying true to the man's physical stature, Eugene's weight and armor created a loud clanging once he'd landed. The materials of value had been torn from the dragon's carcass and placed into storage. The General's right hand lifted Demonic Sword Gram in an attempt to sheath it, only to halt once his Searching Skill had caught something in its radar. The Dragon Valley north of Gadan's desert was a dangerous area -- the creature he'd just killed was proof of that -- and not many people chose to venture it alone. If a single person was approaching, did that mean they were strong? Eugene lowered his hand, letting the tip of Gram's blade bite into the rock below. Maybe this person would prove to be a nice distraction until another dragon arrived.

   Eugene often saw hundreds of players each day, so it wasn't uncommon for the Salamander to pass by someone and not give them a second look. His position as a military figure didn't afford him the luxury of idly stopping and chatting with people he encountered. In fact, the times when he did, it was to interrogate or attack them. This particular moment was different, though.

   As the General marched down the street with two of his subordinates in tow and drew the stares of many around them, one person among the crowd stood out to him. Eugene's red eyes looked off to the side and zeroed in on a blonde, armor-clad woman that he felt he'd seen somewhere before. His steps slowed slightly before halting all together. "Gene-san?" one of his soldiers asked, only to have Eugene raise his left hand to silence him. As he studied the woman, the scene of a night-shrouded beach appeared in his mind, complete with the sounds of waves crashing. "Hmph," he exhaled in amusement. So it was her, wasn't it? Eugene felt he had met this woman once in the past, she had gone by the name Saber at the time. The Salamander continued to recall their meeting, how they had discussed war tactics and how they'd been about to engage each other in battle before an unfortunate incident presented itself.

   Eugene had broken away from his soldiers for a moment and crossed the busy street in order to approach the blonde he had his sights on. Several bystanders quickly moved out of his way, intimidated by his stature and air, leaving a clear path for him. It wasn't long before he reached her and when he had, he stood firm and announced himself, "It seems we meet again, Saber."