In a far away land, a brooding man with a helmet on sat in a cold desolate chair. The helmet was red, covered his face. Darkened red armor covered his large frame. A hooded figure walked toward the man. A large faded gold sword remained stabbed into the gray ground beside the figure.

“Report before your head is sliced from your neck.” The large armored said. Upon his back as he stood, a black cape flowed to his feet as he stood up. The armour clanked heavily as he stood with a grunt. The hooded figure stepped forward.

“For which you are curious. I have found the lost princess.” The hooded figure said. The imposing one from the throne walked over to him, intimidatingly.

He walked over to the hooded figure and slapped him. The power of which sent the hooded figure flying into a grey wall. He landed on the ground with a thud.

“Do not lie to me. Liars find themselves dead before my feet.” He said coldly. He turned towards his throne slowly and proudly

“My Intel...comes from too sou-sources sir...One from the GunSlinger.” The hooded man coughed. The armored man stopped and turned his head back threateningly.

“He...reports finding a girl whose dress were able to reflect his bullets sir.” He coughed. The armored man turned around.

“You’re other source?” He asked gruffly.

“This.” He said. From his cloak he withdrew a skull of a dog.

“Shadow Hound. One found her. They killed It.” He responded. The armored man turned around again and slowly loomed to his sword. He grunted as he lifted the sword out and rose it up. He turned around.

“Prepare the army then.”