||He's gone since 3 days now. Nobody knows where he is...exactly. Deep in the forest, the sylver elf is training himself for the next fight. He makes those moves he had learned before, in his other life. He don't remember who teached him that...His arms only remember the parades.|
I saw Michel fight, just for fun, an afternoon, against another friend of mine. At night, I dreamed about the same scene, but this time, it inspired me. When I woke up, I took my pencil and some paper and drew this. The drawing was already printed in my mind.