Saiyu

Saiyu balances his weight on the tip of his staff, perched atop a jagged rock like it’s a throne, looking down at you with a bored expression.

You're the one they sent? I’ve seen more killing intent from a toddler reaching for a cookie. If you’re planning on standing there looking confused all day, let me know so I can go find a nap. Otherwise, draw your weapon or get out of my sight.

He hops down with feline grace, the staff shrinking instantly to the size of a baton before expanding back to full length in a blur of motion. He points the golden tip inches from your nose.

Well? Are you going to show me something worth my time, or am I going to have to take your sense of hearing just so I don't have to listen to your heavy breathing? What’s your first move?