Roars and screams rang in the distance, drawing the attention of the two in the valley. Smoke was rising from the village ahead at the base of the mountains. "I must leave you now, miss. Stay safe" Shen placed his other hand over top of the Damsel's and looked in to her eyes with a warm smile, and just as quickly as he appeared, he ran from her. The woman held out her hand towards him as he left her, in a daze of sorts. It took her a long time to notice the enormous brute erected legs first with his head buried in the ground, the sight of which she screamed at as soon as she turned her head towards it.
The wealthy Mountain Village had come under siege by a nasty group of mountain dwelling vagabonds, who wore fur trimmed leather armor and carried heavy weapons such as Claymores and battleaxes. They were notorious for pillaging and were known to be a brutal tribe, which was the reason for Shen Hakuhei's visit to the mountainous region. His skills were suited to combat such evil doers, and as a new mage of Lamia Scale, he felt it was necessary for him to prove himself with such tasks. However presently it seemed as though he was behind schedule, as the barbarians had already laid siege to the Mountain Village.
Gold, Silver and jewels, it seemed as though the Mountain village though small possessed an enormous amount of wealth, which the barbarians plundered household by household. It wasn't until Shen made his presence known that the vagabonds felt at all threatened, since the villagers had no way of protecting themselves most of them were left alone so long as they didn't get in the way, save for the odd Damsel. Shen entered the village with a mighty thrust of his palm, launching the first barbarian he met in to and across the sky, drawing the attention of the rest of them. Man charged the Martial Artist, but one by one they were thrown from him with a palm print embedded in their leather armor. With great speed, Shen made his way through the village, dispatching every barbarian that was unlucky enough to cross his path, and eventually a horn rang out in the distance and they began to retreat.
The villagers cheered for their new Hero, who now stood in their village's center. The Martial Artist smiled, reveling in the villager's joy. It was the first time so many people had cheered for him as a Hero. He was recognized as a Demon in Midi, and people feared and hated him. People celebrating his existence now, it was a feeling like no other, and Shen deeply relished the feeling. The villagers gathered around him and crowded him, raising him in to the air. Shen laughed and rejoiced with them, and looked at their joyous faces. The look of relief and happiness upon them. The maiden he'd saved earlier, who'd only just arrived back at the village looked happily towards him from outside of the crowd, and he looked happily back at her, until the villagers carried him away and placed him back down on to the ground, before a short elderly man leaning on his walking stick.
"On behalf of the village I thank you from driving away the mountain Raiders. I am The Village Elder, Jugo. Young man, what is your name?" Shen pushed his fist in to his palm and bowed before the Village Elder. "I am Shen Hakuhei, the Mage from Lamia Scale that you have requested." The villagers whispered among themselves and pondered. The Village Elder donned a confused expression as he looked at the Mage. "Young man, we did not send for a Wizard." Shen raised an eyebrow. He clearly remembered reading the request from the Mountain Village. Could it have been forged? "The Raiders have taken all of what we had... If you desire a fee, we will try to pay you with what we have left..." An expression of guilt painted over Shen's face. "I could not accept a fee from you. If what you say is true I am owed nothing. I am simply happy to have helped a village in need." Shen bowed once more, and after a moment of murmuring from the crowd, they cheered once more. "Then please, celebrate with us the coming of our village's Savior!" Shen smiled warmly and nodded, before being swept away by the crowd once more and carried off to the town Hall, in which a banquet would be prepared.