[i]Michael Drake runs through the flaming field, crimson jacket flapping in the wind. He holds his signature blaster in his left hand, yet doesn't use it to dispatch the fleeing warriors, unless one attempts to fight him. In the distance, a man levels a rifle at him, yet Drake dispatched him with a nonchalant burst from his gun, engulfing the man in crimson. Almost unconsciously, his right hand is drawn towards the cylindrical hilt on his waist, and in a flash of iridescent blue light, the flaming sword of Hallwinter is ignited. The flash attracts attention, but it doesn't particularly faze Drake, who was drunk in the power of the blade. A group of men open fire with their rifles from windows in a tavern, and each round was dispatched by an inhumanely quick deflection by his sword, augmented by his prosthetic arm. With his other hand, he levels his blaster's reticle at the marker in his HUD, and returns fire at the men, killing most of them in a flurry of precision shots. Without hesitating further, he quickly resumes his hunt for Alpha, running further into the Dojo. [/i]