"Pretty scary stuff actually. You have some rare swords, you are merciless and dangerous? Suppose I'll be finding out the truth now." He steps back and runs his hand along his back, checking his weapons are still in place: A rusty polite denial hand cannon, the vestian dynasty sidearm. An arc edge hangs from the back of his shoulder, covered by the custom black sheath "My weapon loadout isn't the most up-to-date, but I find it serves me perfectly well. So, I'm ready when you are." He closes his eyes under the mask, and takes a deep breath in, preparing himself for the battle to come