"Merely a formality. I would've figured your type would prefer to have a souvenir of combat prowess and triumph." He chuckled at JT's jest, walking towards him at a healthy pace as a small wind began to blow. His hair waved slightly in the wind, large locks of curly chestnut hair intertwines, falling onto his face beaten with the sun and a plethora of steels, making great, jagged scars that prevailed even after years of having each. He was muscular, strong, matching JT's height and with a physique bulking with mass. Soot and sand stained him, covered in a thick layer of grime. He smiled. "Rather impressive display back there. Grand entrance, too."