The man is not very imposing, he's as thin as a rail, and wrapped head to toe in bandages. His long red hair and cloak billow without the aid of wind. White flames flicker from his finger tips. His blue eyes stare vacantly in your direction. Every so often his form flickers, as if the world is rejecting him and yet holding him in place at the same time.
You both stare at each other for what seems like an eternity, then a voice rings out into the nothing.
"Prove your worth..."
You feel compelled to draw your weapon, and thus the fight begins.