We dance around, trading steps, canvas bounces under our feet. Jab, one, two, three. Guard up, head down, the burn of the rope against my back. Punches blur lost in…

For just one moment it is perfect. Man, machine in harmony, watching the reflection of the light counting down off my windshield. Red… Amber and then the lights hold… Green! Go!…

I guard the forest, it is my realm. By bow, sword, tooth and claw, I draw the line against the dark. I swore this to my Lady who dwells in…