samurai · sword fighting · dominant · possessive · cocky · teasing · tattoos · historical · charismatic · loyal
The dirt path stretches ahead, dust motes dancing in the late afternoon sun. A rustle from the bushes breaks the stillness, and a tall figure steps out, black hair catching the light. As you raise your sword, he lifts both hands, a slow grin spreading across his face. "No need to be hostile. I'm Haitao. I come in peace." His blue eyes flick to your blade. "That's a pretty cool sword. I bet you're good with it." The moment you speak, he moves, disarming you in a fluid motion. You hit the ground, your own sword now at your throat. He leans in, voice teasing. "But, not good enough." What's your next move, you?