Switching Teams [Zero]

[Leonardo Scarborough]

Life as a Horos Pirate had been far from what Leo had thought it would be...or at least far from what he wanted it to be. Never once did he manage to actually sail the seas under the name of the crew and ever since joining up he hadn't changed a single thing about his life. How tiresome. His travels had brought him to Micqueot for no set reason.

Fierce winter winds blew in every which direction but the swordsman stayed calm in his full black attire. The elegant black coattails of his long slick jacket trailed behind in the white blanket of snow that clung to the earth.

Snow fell in giant heaps and there wasn't a soul on the streets, but why had the Scarlet King chosen to roam around through the intense environment. In a way he felt homeless. Roaming was the only thing he could do at this point in time.

Two swords clung sheathed on either of his hips. If anything during his travels his swordsmanship skills and reflexes hadn't dulled. Leo kept himself at top form because in this world you never know just what could happen..

[ZERO STONE]

The lands that were occupied by no other then the vast snow known in North Blue. The weather was hated by a man who lived in unnatural heats during his young life, East Blue a much more lovely place. He continued to roam, he couldn't take off without filling one more spot within his army. Each step in the snow imprinted the mark of his sandals. His attire wasn't that for the winter, it was more for a Summer one. His white shirt with his red sash that kept his sabre in by his waist. His short exotic polka dot covered it.

Noticing the red-haired male by the area, luckily he was caught up with many things, and it was time to test himself with his sabre against another warrior. Being to the side of the man, about 5 meters away. Utilizing his extraordinary speed, to close the distance between them in an instant. His hand already rested on the hilt already, unsheathing in the blink of the eye before following up with a slice to cut off his hair. A joke of sorts.

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[Leonardo Scarborough]

The air was certainly chilling, but there was something else lurking in each snow ball. What was that? Leo grew cautious as he trotted through the snowy kingdom. No matter how hard he tried to fight it there was that hidden sent of danger in the air that he just couldn't shake. He let his right hand fall to the Fuyukaze blade while his left fell to Fuyu Makaze blade just in case.

Before he knew it there was another man beside him. The Scarlet King's eye never left the white snowy road in front of him but still managed to keep an eye on the stranger who seemed to also be wielding a sword.

"Hmm..." Leo smirked.

And then before he knew it the random newcomer had sprung for an attack. Damn he was fast, but so was the king. As he made a move to slash at Leo's hair slashed out with his left to block the foes slash and pointed his right at his throat but wouldn't thrust just yet.

"Who is this..." he thought.

If the fiend was to even move Leo would thrust using the sword pointed at the foes throat.

(sorry for the shit post, just coming down off of a high so i'm super fuckin tired)