Monster and the Magnet: A Clash of Swordsmen

Roka was spending his day off walking through a forrest, as he often did on his “down days”; it reminded him of nicer and simpler times. He picked up a rock and skipped it across a nearby pond, chuckling as it skipped each gentle wave. “Peaceful.” he said to himself as he began to walk on the water's edge. He stopped as he noticed strange noises coming from up ahead. “What is that?” he thought to himself as he strained to look through the bushes.