Taking the shortcut through the mountains might not have been Erwin's best idea. The young swordsman wasn't worried about the wildlife, no he was worried about the Ogres. Everyone knows Ogres love picking a fight and they always are looking for men they can have their way with. He could only sigh as he ran his hand through his light blue hair in frustration.
"Damn there are a lot of them around here."
He continued to sneak around the mountain range avoiding all of the Ogres he saw along the way. When he finally made it to the bottom of the mountains he let out a large sigh as he sat on a nearby rock resting his large sword against a tree.
"Looks like I made it out of there," he said.
"I don't know about that."
He jumped to his feet as quickly as he could barely dodging a fist landing where he was once sitting breaking the rock into pieces. It seems he was being followed by an Ogre the entire time. The tall green beauty cracked her knuckles as the wind sweep her long light blue hair along with her tattered makeshift clothes. The purple tattoos she had on the left side of her body were similar to his own tattoos.
"Those are good reflexes ya got there," she said.
"Are you the only one here?"