The statement was casual for the most part. "Um, G'day." He responded, taking time to look at the man in front of him. He was clearly human, no other features indicating anything different. He was dressed in what could easily be mistaken as rags. Torn and filthy clothes draped over his body. His hair was an unkempt black mass, covering his eyes. As the man sat, he looked around the tiny campsite.

The man turned his gaze towards the monster. "A very nice night I must say." he stated, his voice deep and gruff. He scratched his neck before continuing "Do you have a name? Perhaps some food as well?" The monster gestured to the few hotdogs still over the flame. “Still a few franks on the grill. You can have a few. And the name is Roy. You got one?" Roy said, relaxing as he watched the man. The dirty man slowly reached out and took a hotdog off the flame. A particularly burnt one at that.

The man ate the hotdog slowly. "My name doesn't matter. All that matters is why I'm here. Right?" he inquired. Roy became more on edge from his statement. “Sure I would guess?" Roy stated, his hand already on his bag. The man stood quickly, tossing the rest of the hotdog into the woods. "The sword. Give it to me now." he said bluntly. Roy got up and backed up a bit, "What sword? I ain't got a sword." The man stepped closer, "Don't lie to me, monster. There was a rusted blade in a clearing in this forest. Now it's gone. I know you took it." He advanced closer to Roy again. Roy was more than confused by the man's new behavior.

"Look ya feral. Back off before I gotta hurt you." Roy threatened, balling up his fists. The man started to chuckle. He continued his advance. Roy started to growl out of instinct. The closer the strange man got, the darker things began to feel.

The air became cold and almost still. The animals of the night were silent. Roy could feel his ears lay flat against his head. He practically had his bag already on his back. Why was the man so hell bent on getting that sword. And why didn't he just give it to him? As his thoughts raced, the silence was broken. The crazy man began to chuckle as his approach came to a halt. Roy looked towards his bag, his mind still on that sword. He decided to make a move now, slowly circling towards the fire. 

"Do you want to see something neat?" The man asked bluntly. Roy swallowed the lump that formed in his throat. "Nah. I'm fine." He replied, still heading closer to the fire. The man laughed, " Oh no? Well, I still want to show you..." He extended his hand in front of him. Before Roy could even reply, he witnessed something that put everything into perspective for him. A black liquid crawled up the man's arm, converging in his palm. It pulsed and throbbed as if alive and in pain. It started to shape into a more uniform, and sharp object. It grew longer, roughly the length of a ceiling fan blade. The stranger grasped the base of the black mass and it finally took its true shape. A sword. It looked off to Roy. Like it wasn't fully formed. Or like it was broken. It seemed to be a single edge blade, a cutlass from what he could make out. The blade was chipped and still dull in parts. The hilt had half a ring formed on the pommel. Notably, it appeared like dead vines were etched into the blade itself.

The man lunged at Roy with the blade quickly. He slashed at him, but Roy dodged only getting grazed on the arm. Thinking quick, he grabbed some wood from the fire and hit the man hard with the flaming piece of wood. This dazed the man, giving Roy a chance to run. He bolted deep into the dark forest and hid in some trees. "Magic sword. Duly noted," he said, catching his breath. Suddenly he heard something that made his heart sink. A tree hitting the ground. "Is that psycho cutting down trees!?" Roy thought, jumping to a new tree.

After only thirty minutes, Roy figured he was lost. He only had partial night vision. So even if he could avoid bumping into anything, he couldn't exactly find his way out. In that time, the man had tracked him at least twice. He was dirty and had a bad cut on his right leg. The best he could do was hide. "Fuck me. I can't die here. Need to think of something..." he thought, wrapping his injured leg up with a piece of his shirt. Crunching leaves signaled the man's approach to his location. Standing, Roy began making his way to a new hiding spot. As big as he was, fighting the man was out of the question. Between the magical sword he had, and Roy's own injuries a fight would get him killed. 

In trouble I see. Roy looked around. Was that a voice? He shook it off. The man could be playing tricks on him. I might be of help. Again, the voice. "Who's there? You need to leave. Some loon is trying to kill me. He might get you too." He whispered, keeping an ear out for the man. You will die unless you listen to me. "Shut up! Just go. Ain't worth it trying to be a hero for me. I'll be fine" Roy responded, ducking into a nearby ditch. Simply call for me and I shall appear. Roy was confused by that. "Call you. There are no pay phones out here. And I don't have money for one of those expensive bricks people got." He replied. Simply say my name. He could feel his back heating up. Taking off his bag, he was shocked to see it glowing. Opening it, he could see that the broken blade he had found was the source of the light. Roy could hear the man coming quick now. He must have seen the light. "Shit! Okay sword, how do I call you or whatever?" Roy asked, taking the glowing blade from his bag. You need only say my name. "Alright what is it?" He asked, the man fast approaching. You already know it. Roy groaned, " Now is not the time, damn it! No riddles, just names!" You alright know it. Now say it! Time was up. The man was right there. Roy racked his brain for a name, quickly dodging the man's first attack. Thinking and thinking, Roy backed away from the man. Soon he was backed into a tree. He hoped for anything to come to mind. Just one name, any name! As the man began to close in, he looked down at the glowing blade once more. Then he caught it, what this sword was called. As the crazed man slashed at him once more, Roy called out for the blade. “Caliber!"