Harun stood there gazing at the meteor-sized mud ball on its way to destroy his House. But Harun didn't seem troubled by their doom. Harun turned his back towards the House he honors, his family, and his dear friends. He smiled and spun on his leg and sat down on the ground. "Traps? What a pain, I hate people who like to do tricks and not face their opponent head-on. You see I am not a guy who likes playing games, I seek to end war before it's even begun." He said while looking at the snow beneath him as if he was talking to another man. He covered his right hand with metal.
He punched through the snow and ground itself. He tightened his grip on something like he had found something buried down there. He pulled his hand out, and the ground busted open as Harun stood up and pulled a man from the ground. He was a skinny man, wearing nothing but rags. The rag was so small it looked like an insult to the word rag. It was tattered and still covered the upper side of his legs.
