Harun stood there gazing at the meteor-sized mud ball on its way to destroy his House. But Harun didn't seem troubled by their doom. Harun turned his back towards the House he honors, his family, and his dear friends. He smiled and spun on his leg and sat down on the ground. "Traps? What a pain, I hate people who like to do tricks and not face their opponent head-on. You see I am not a guy who likes playing games, I seek to end war before it's even begun." He said while looking at the snow beneath him as if he was talking to another man. He covered his right hand with metal.