[i] Her sword was blocked by a forearm, a gauntlet clad forearm that was simply put vertically in front of the sword. The blade dug in slightly, but the figure didn't flinch in the slightest. But this guy.. he was definitely what was causing the craziness in the environment. The man stood tall, at about 6'2", looking Down at Alyssa. Clad in a form fitting, pitch black armor. Almost assassin in nature, made from a glossy black material. On the breastplate of the armor, a yin-yang symbol over crossed swords sits. At the man's hip lie three katanas. The first is a vibrant white and gold; quite the contrast to his dark attire. The second is more at home, completely and utterly black. No..black would imply color. This was the epitome of shadow. Devoid of color. The third and final blade is rather drab; an olive green. Though, the pommel is in the shape of an oriental dragon head. One of the more peculiar things about the man is the mask he wore. A traditional Oni demon mask; made of contorted and twisted black metal, with sprouting horns. He carried himself with self-assurance and dominion. His very form just reeked of power and capability. It was almost hard to not be impressed by the confidence in him. Or scared. https://imgur.com/a/MiiYp https://imgur.com/a/CdM6F https://imgur.com/a/SXcJq[/i] "I'm gonna have to repair my gauntlet now." [i] The man said, his voice matching the one she'd heard moments prior. The coal black abysses where his eyes would be seemed to gaze at her, to the gauntlet, and back to her. [/i]