Heavy footsteps could be heard very clearly as Rock sped through the street corner of his town, Perion. His axe and his heavy armor buckled his weight down; he stepped on a few snails and dodged a few stumps as he glanced at the sun. He calculated in his mind that the time was around 11:56. He was just on time to meet Darius, his instructor.
“What kept you?” Darius questioned.