[i]The Training Grounds were typically sparsely populated in the nights due to the average fighter not being around the Dojo during the times they slept, although one man did walk the grounds in the pitch blackness of the evening, as was a routine thing for him. The man who walked seemed to have a full suit of armour on his body, with the exception being his left arm, which was a prosthetic of steel and ceramic, with the blue insignia of the Cobalt Phoenix residing on the blackened limb. He had a long duster on his body as well which concealed most of the armour from behind, but the head remains uncovered from neck to eyes, as the brown cowboy hat he bore didn't exactly cover much up. The man carried a pair of swords at either of his hips, which looked to be The Dancer's weaponry, while a pair of revolvers of unknown origin sat behind the blades. In his hands was a single assault rifle, an M4A1 Carbine with a foregrip and holographic sight to it. The figure took a brief glance to Anri as she went to the area, the green of his visor recognizing her as non-hostile. [/i]