Morning sunlight filtered through the leaves as Razeal stretched his arms and jumped down from the tall tree he had made his temporary bed for the night.
A relaxed grin stretched across his face, his soaked hair clinging to his forehead, still dripping from a recent rinse. He had just taken a short swim in a nearby river, Why? because… well, he was homeless. Yeah. Not that he was complaining. The cold water had jolted his senses awake, and after everything he endured last night, it felt refreshing.
And why was he jumping out of a tree? Because that's where he'd just finished his breakfast.
"Healthy living, healthy killing," he muttered with a smirk, munching on the last bite of an apple. His breakfast? A bunch of crisp, half ripe apples he'd collected. It wasn't much, but enough to fill his stomach and fuel his next step.
But the real reason for his good mood? Last night.
He had done it.
He fought an army. Small but yeah he did
