[i]A tall, 6'2 figure uncloaked himself just a few hundred feet away. The man looked to be quite the imposing figure due to the tiger striped cloak he bore on his extremely well built body, and the mask he wore on his head which was orange like the colour of his cloak, though one of the eyes was a black colour while the other one, the right, was a blood red shade. He had an arsenal of weapons that was not limited to the hilts of three unignited swords on the belt that wrapped around his waist, a set of four revolvers in the colour of Red, White, Blue and one being distinct, as Ranger Sequoia was a gift. He had a sniper assault rifle, and massive box-shaped gun all on his back, a feint hum coming from the sleek rifles while the box, a Mini Bolter, was just heavy. Now, normally the man who watched Alonfé cause hell on the wildlife would intervene immediately if it were anybody else he was technically stalking from the treeline, though when he looked through the magnifying glass of his right eye after neurologically activating it, the figure got a glimpse of the face and cross-referenced it with some notes in the Imperial database. Funny, a man of the Republic had access to the knowledge of a technologically advanced race and was using it to stalk children in the woods, if only his C.O could see him now. Either way, it took a bit before the figure would approach. Now, when the man had decided to risk his life by introducing himself to a very angry Mage, he took great caution trying to not anger the fella. So he walked over with no weapons of his drawn and in a friendly manner, as he had tried his damnedest to seem calm and civil than anything. He even put the hood down to allow his red hair and pale skin to be seen, though the face was still hidden by his mask. And when he spoke, there was a light Canadian accent with his words, and by light I mean heavy because he sounded as stereotypical as possible. "Hey bud, up here for a training session?"[/I]