[i]The gates were wide open at the arrival of a powerful aura; the dragonslayer, having most likely felt the strength in a dragon's persona recognized it immediately. Mainly looking for a savior for the boy, the aura only got stronger as she approached; whatever it was, the dragon ahead was massive if she judged it by presence alone. The pressure change from her region to the Dojo's made her ears pop, and as she rounded the corner, a man stood just outside the gates. His metal fingers ran smoothly along his steed's head before it turned and walked away, deep into the mountains again. The figure was not a dragon, yet... it had the presence of one. An extremely powerful one. His East-Indian features were prominent in the dying light of the day; a long nose, strong jawline, and rich brown eyes that glistened like gold. He stood short of her, 6'2", and smiled as his companion left. The forest green cloak he wore was body encompassing; layered with golden trim and sigils, the figure was clearly a mage of a high order. His black combat pants and beige attire underneath was an odd colour combination, but the clear plates of metal underneath meant he didn't come unprotected. A 1.5m claymore on his back, and a custom Five-Seven at his hip; kards, strong-tipped daggers, were also visible above his hip, ready to be drawn. His piercing stare met hers, and for the first time Alon felt something akin to hatred in his soul for the first time in months. The sight of the woman made him hot with anger... but the boy in her arms mellowed the fiery temper within him. Slowly, and with an air of caution, he stepped over to meet them mid-way.[/i] Excuse me, ma'am, if you just set the boy down up ahead I can heal him up for you... [i]His words faded away with every second, then becoming totally silent near the last bit. Her presence clearly irked him, and the effort to not turn her down was only persuaded by the boy in her arms. It was clear he hated her kind.[/i]