"Yes, three full sized swords. Katanas, at that." [i]A new, unfamiliar voice speaks up from behind the mechs. By the looks on the others faces, he must've just gotten there. Turning around, they would see the new arrival. Standing at 6'2" and clad head to toe in glossy black armor, he was a sight to behold. On his face, an oni demon mask made of twisted and contorted black metal with sprouting horns. On the breastplate, a yin-yang symbol over crossed swords. On the shoulder, a scarlet cobra, coiled and ready to strike. It was identical to the one on Alon's bionic arm. At the man's hip, in traditional Japanese fashion, were three katanas lashed together with a black silk ribbon. The first was a vibrant white and gold, contrasting heavily to the dark attire the man wore. The second was more at home, a complete and utter black. No..black would imply color. This sword was the epitome of darkness, the pinnacle of absence of light. The third was rather drab and unimpressive compared to its brothers, a drab olive green with an oriental dragon head for a pommel. Those swords looked like the kinds that needed to be sheathed so they didn't cut the air. The most interesting part about the man was his aura. Anyone that could sense it would know, and would want to back away quickly. He practically leaked power and confidence, in a graceful sort of way. If death was elegant, this man was the living incarnate. Like his body was a vessel for untold amounts of power. The three across from the mechs grinned widely, even Talia who had a blank look the whole time.[/i] "That's Ronin." [i]They all said in unison, even Luna yipped in greeting. [/i] https://imgur.com/a/MiiYp https://imgur.com/a/CdM6F