[b]Suddenly, a brisk crack of metal against metal caught Zach's attention, a chill falling over the air.[/b] [b]His lowered head had kept the approaching figure out of his view, leaving him to the elements of surprise.[/b] [b]It was the speedster of the Dojo... Damien Lordan, clad in his normal black armor, black and red cargo pants, and interface helmet. He had his rail sniper at his back, and folding swords at his hips. Beyond that... He wasn't wearing blatantly obvious gear. Probably for a reason.[/b] [b]He was leaned back against a small carbon fiber create he had been carrying, a bright white insignia like the one on his chest painted to the side sloppily.[/b] [i]"Having fun there?"[/i] [b]He asked, the stupid grin almost resonating in his voice. He had watched it all... Of course he had been busy with the crate too, but he was a curious person. With a click, his helmet unfolded revealing his long spiky blonde hair and yellow eyes, complemented by his mechanical jaw.[/b] [i]"Haven't seen you around before, but that could be because I'm stupid... Anyways, the name's Damien. Or Judge. Thought I'd come watch a sparring match while I transported a crate of metal fingers."[/i] [b]Okay... He was a little bizarre, but it gave him a sort of sarcastic charm. Besides that, he looked like a well balanced fighter despite his attitude. Sure, he slouched and smirked like a hardass, but he had a sense of thrill and speed... Something most others couldn't give off.[/b]