[i] The shadows that had previously seemed to lengthen, now in fact, did. The stretched off of their host's, from trees to the walls to animals, and seemed to leap through the air and take on a wispy and almost airy quality, pooling in a spot a few feet in front of the man. They beckoned upwards, stretching and pulling themselves until the took the shape and silhouette of a human, before being blown away by an invisible breeze, cast aside and eventually evaporating. What was left..or who was left, was quite the sight. The new arrival stood tall, at about 6'2", clad in a form fitting, pitch black armor that was glossy and matte black respectively. Almost assassin in nature. On the breastplate of the armor, a yin-yang symbol over crossed swords sits. At the man's hip lie three katanas, not unlike the other man's weapon, but with less mechanical innovation. The first is a vibrant white and gold; quite the contrast to his dark attire. It almost gave off its own light, gleaming and shining spotlessly. The second is a more at home blade, completely and utterly black. No..black would imply color. This was the epitome of shadow. Devoid of color, like it wanted to devour it's brother's light. The third and final blade is rather drab compared to the other two, an olive green. Though, the pommel is in the shape of an oriental dragon head. One of the more peculiar things about the man was the visage the man wore. A traditional Oni demon mask, a concept the other oriental man would be familiar with, made of contorted and twisted black metal, with sprouting horns. The few steps the man took, it was clear he thought highly of himself, and his skills. His presence and the way he carried himself reeked of confidence and capability, like his form was merely a vessel for unrestricted power. It was almost elegant, his bearing. If death was graceful..this man was the living incarnate. https://imgur.com/a/MiiYp https://imgur.com/a/CdM6F https://imgur.com/a/SXcJq [/i] "You're at the Dojo." [i] A simple line from the shadowy figure, metallic and filtered through the visage he wore. Cold and hard, with an edge. Like razors on ice. Enough to make most people's skin crawl.[/i]