[b]Ember walks through the forest with a staff in his hand, there are sharp teeth running up and down in the middle of the staff on both sides except a spot in the middle that can fit his fist. His bow is slung over his shoulder and a quiver is weaved on his back. His wounds have turned to scabs, and he no longer needs the cloth. Ember hears a snarl, and thinks nothing of it. The growl grows louder as he yells.[/b] "Come out ya big bastard!" (Open to admin narration and anyone else who wants to join in)