Moose Lee stood out in a crowd. SIx foot nine inches put him a foot over the national average. Then there was his antlers. A twenty-one point rack gave him an additional eight inches in height. Seven feet seven inches from hoof to top point, and a stare as piercing as hardened steel. Moose Lee gazed at the world like the dominate male of the heard he was.

Wasabe was an entirely different matter. His gaze was as serene as a deep forest lake. His eyes as all knowing as his Mytic powers allowed him to know the truth. Barely five feet tall he was a stark contrast to Moose Lee’s great height. But none questioned his Kung Fu prowess more than once, for he never lost in hand to hand combat, and he always ended things by befriending his opponent.