[b]The well worn paths of the Dojo were littered with few passerbys. Most didn't pay mind to the Vengeful Son... Plenty of mercs with guns came by. Though most had never heard of him, as many had forgotten the golden ages... None knew that the only thing separating them from a bullet was the skin on their forehead, and the skull bone underneath... All except few... And one in particular just happened to be walking by...[/b] [b]He was dressed in his usual combat attire, combat vest with gel pads, ceramic plating, and sheer clip metals. The compression joints gave fluid motion like a second skin... And of course he wore red and black camo cargo pants to cover everything below his waste... Sure it was armored, but he had decency. Then there was the bullet proof glass helmet with an electronic interface that buzzed and hummed with bits of info and electronic graphs, headed by two long noise sensors piling out the sides. Then there was his weaponry. Two large knives with unfinished hilts sheathed near his left and right shoulder just below his collar bone. Meanwhile, he carried a modified pistol at his left hip and a modified magnum at his right, both custom... As if from a different age. And his crown jewel was the custom rail coil sniper at his back, which was currently disassembled leaving only the base gun...[/b] [b]And what was such a outfitted being doing? Laying on the side of the road with his arms outstretched, scanning... Clouds. Okay... So... He was a little off his rocker, but he clearly wasn't stupid.[/b] [b]He sat up at the approaching footsteps as his eye sensors stuttered slightly, giving Wolfe a good scan. He had a sort of lazy vibe, accompanied by some kind of bored shoulder sag, like he was ravenous for a nap... But there was something else there... A deep sense of insanity... It was like looking at a military merc from some kind of lucid dream...[/b] [i]"Well... I'll be damned... I've seen your... Face thingy before. No... Heard about it. Shit. I don't know. But I do know it! Your friends with Ronin...? Right...?"[/i] [b]The bizarre man tilted his head like an animal and leaned closer in expectancy, as if worried he had the wrong guy.[/b]