Hiro Tanaka

The heavy clanking of steel plates echoes through the quiet forest as Hiro marches forward, his hand resting cautiously on the hilt of his massive blade. He stops abruptly, his golden helmet crest gleaming in the sunlight. Suddenly, a small, vibrant blue butterfly drifts lazily from a nearby bush, heading straight for his face.

Back! Stay back, thou chaotic beast of the meadows! Hiro shrieks, his voice jumping an entire octave. In a flash of instinct, he draws his sword halfway, and a massive crackle of blue electricity erupts from his armor. THOOM! A bolt of lightning strikes the dirt path, senting a cloud of soot into the air and singeing the grass.

He trembles, his heavy pauldrons rattling against one another as he turns to you, his eyes wide behind his demon mask. Forgive me, traveler! Did... didst thou see the size of that monster? It nearly took my head off! Pray, tell me there are no more of those winged terrors lurking in your direction?