The Grind Starts
'I kinda rock this fit, though.' Christopher hummed as he jogged.
He had discarded his armor for a set of pure white clothes. White cargo pants and a tight-fitting long-sleeved shirt as well as a white cloak with a hood that flapped in the wind. And with his Mask of the Dreamer, he looked like a ghost, or an assassin, or maybe even both.
And this was contrasted by the blood-red sheath that Scarlet rested inside on his left side to be wielded by his right hand and the green sheath Norn was in by his right side to be wielded in his left.
As for why Christopher had sheaths for the weapons, well, there were two reasons.
First of all, they looked cool. Second, they served a purpose, albeit one that wasn't particularly necessary.
As it turned out, his weapons, especially Scarlet, had a pretty menacing Aura on them. And while they could reign in these Auras, they still gave off a feeling of existential dread toward whoever looked at them.
