((Cowboy then, he's the only one who's got knowledge about the guy)) [i]"Oh this has got to be a -blam!-in' joke..." He who spoke had recognized the flames of cobalt shade, though he didn't quite know who it was that casted such a spell of power, and instead he had a guess. Standing at a fair ten feet tall and fifteen feet away from the awakening man was a man, clad in a suit of olive green armour with a long brown duster over the suit, the hands being a shade of red on the palms and white on the fingers, which in turn matched the shade of his red eyed helmet under the brown cowboy's hat. He looked more akin to a vaquero however, due to the four revolvers all along his chest and the massive revolver rifle on his back. plus the plasma lasso he carried. His right arm was a strange one in the gear as a set of five canisters adorned it, each carrying a 40mm HE grenade. "If that -blam!-in' cult followed me from the Twilight, I will hunt them the -blam!- down!" He shouted, as the cowboy approached the man with a thunderous echo from the hundreds of pounds that comprised his weight in the suit. [/i]