[u]With a chuckle, Balthazar plants his sword and shield in the ground with flourish. Flames cool around his body, weaving in and out of the intricate designs on his armor. He shuts his helmet, and the blue flames beneath the mask ignite. He stands in place, noticeably regal looking.[/u] "[i]Combat is not a happy thing. I just simply-[/i]" [u]He draws his sword and shield from the ground, dragging the blade along the edge of the shield to create a spray of sparks.[/u] "[i]-Fight when called upon.[/i]" [u]He awaits for the alien's move, holding his shield at the ready.[/u]