(Looking for one combatant. Level does not matter. I am trying to remaster my basic combat mechanics)

Nosdyn stared forward.

The arena had already been formed to his exact specifications. There was a battlefield all around him. The chosen battlefield was Radasanth and it was being pillaged by a massive, unknown army. Nosdyn specified to the monks that he and his opponent could interact with the raging battle. The assailants were a race of mysterious shadow entities that were very strong. Each of the shadows was armed with different arms and powers. But they were somehow similar. They'd attacked one day simply without warning.

Radasanth had been the target, and they were attacking any who attempted to interfere with their assault. Nosdyn had another mission that day. It was not the defense of Radasanth, but rather he wanted to re-teach himself skirmishing tactics. And his own capacity for survival. Recently, he'd met the boy...Morus...in The Citadel. It had been a lop-sided battle...but the boy had earned Nosdyn's respect. Further in recent times, Nosdyn had settled in Stonevale and had grown attached to that town and her people. Though Nosdyn did not have a mate yet, he had something and somebody to fight for. A reason to fight for Demons was something VERY dangerous. It could change the world. Nosdyn had acquired during the recent events with his second encounter with Jake Narmonalya that he'd grown to love Stonevale. He wasn't sure why or for what purpose. Only that it was his reality now.

The Demon stood on a rooftop of a ruined building. Fires burned throughout the city, smoke rising into the sky. It was mid-afternoon on a Wednesday. the thirty first year of Nosdyn's life. Nosdyn was there on that desolate and ravaged Radasanth listening to the sounds of battle. People were getting killed and he could have helped, but that was not the point. The point was to survive a devastating conflict. Nosdyn turned towards the general direction of where the chamber's gate was and proceeded to wait. He had something to prove. He was trying to bring a peaceful coexistence between Men and Demons. It was a dream and it was a simple dream worth fighting for. Stonevale had accepted Nosdyn for who he was and changed him.

The rest was still evolving, still changing. As Radasanth, the capitol of Corone fell all around him, he was strangely calm. He was at peace on a battlefield. It was more home to him than a warm bed occupied by a lover or three. He was a Demon first and foremost and he was bourne for battle.

To Hell with anything else...