From behind, a glove clasped the left shoulder of the boys, though the gesture was not in peace and rather it was an act of aggression. He forcibly yanked back with the shoulder and made the boy face him, as the masked and cloaked figure looked down and peered through his orange mask as the black eye scanned his weapons while the left gave him a red outline, as were the colours around those eyes. The man looked... Fúcking strange to some and intimidating as all hell to most, primarily due to the kit he wore on his well kept tiger striped cloak, which had a belt crossing over the waist and gave the upper half some poofiness just over the belt. On said brown leather belt were four revolvers, red white blue and Ranger Sequoia, which rested all on the left side and away from a pair of HardLight blades on the right, which carried a silver shoto hilt lightsaber, a gift from an old friend. He also had four larger guns on his back. The first was out of place compared to the rest of them, as it was more of a silver box with a strange colour scheme, a trigger, a magazine and a barrel with a skull that had wings, just resting on the sides. He had a sniper beside his man sized Bolter, and an assault rifle next to that. Under the cloak seemed to be a layer of armour, with shoulders bulkier than the rest of his sleek suit and the chestplate matching it, though it was concealed well. "What the fück did you just say about testing?"