((Sorry about the no fighting part. I'm still not feeling good and thinking still hurts, lol.))
Raiden is walking through the forest carrying a back pack which carries most of his possessions. He is hardly making any noise as he moves as he has taught himself to be as silent as possible to the extent in which he does it without even intending to. He sets the pack down at the base of a large tree and reaches down to it. He unbuttons the top of his backpack and pulls out a canteen of water. He snaps the cap off and raises it to his mouth and drinks a little from it, and then snaps the cap back on and sets the canteen back into the backpack.
Raiden buttons the top of the backpack and then leans against the tree. He looks up to the sky and sighs, life sure could be boring. When he was younger he would have made some comment about how he wished that something exciting would happen, but now as he was older and a little wiser he knew that he just might get what he wished for. After all, excitement wasn't always a good thing. For example, being attacked by vampires would bring excitement, but he certainly didn't want for it to happen.