Max looked down to the one who had approached him, "In my home we've no need for typical soldiers, should a dispute need to be settled it is settled in the ring." He could tell his words weren't making much sense, "Allow me to try again." With a moment of thought and a deep breath, he continued on. "Each city or settlement has a duke or duchhess who holds a tournament each cycle to decide who their respective champion is. Those then fight atop God's Might, a mountain that can be seen from cities all over, to become THE Champ; which was me. I was a symbol of peace and strength to both young and old. Defender of Justice, the Unyealding Wall and Hammer of God: Max Black." Max's voice rose, unknowingly, as he recited some of the titles bestowed upon him. He hadn't realized how long he was going on but he hoped that cleared up some of the confusion. It isn't often a thing that would ever even have to be explained; everyone seemed to know it by birth.
Looking around the white room, he couldn't help but feel a sense of familiarity, but if it reminded him of some sort of training room, he couldn't say. There was just something nagging at the back of his mind that he couldn't let go. He ran a hand through his auburn hair, as he tried to make his next comment brief. "To put it in another way, we act as a force for when matters aren't deadly. We still have some form of special unit when needed, but I've never heard of such a case. As far as I've known, it's always been that way."
Looking around the white room, he couldn't help but feel a sense of familiarity, but if it reminded him of some sort of training room, he couldn't say. There was just something nagging at the back of his mind that he couldn't let go. He ran a hand through his auburn hair, as he tried to make his next comment brief. "To put it in another way, we act as a force for when matters aren't deadly. We still have some form of special unit when needed, but I've never heard of such a case. As far as I've known, it's always been that way."