[b]The red plated samurai, towering near seven feet tall, walked towards the centre of the open gate. He gripped his katanas which were covered by the intricately designed black sheaths on each side of his hips. He scanned the man approaching. Then suddenly gripped his blades tighter. If his scans were correct, the Phoenix had returned. But the Phoenix...was dead. Tesuto, gatekeeper of the dojo. Took a few steps forward. Gripping his blades like he was ready to draw.[/b] "Who are you?"