Sawyer nodded. "Yes, the same weapons, and the same smell of brimstone and lights of cobalt flame you displayed. Strange... but not my own problem." He slowly backed away. "It's time I returned to my post, but good luck with whoever you seek to find, or... whatever is happening with the weaponry and skills you possess. Welcome to the Dojo. I'm sure you'll cause quite a stir." Sawyer turned completely, opening the huge Dojo gates with ease and leaning once again on the wall, where he let the burning ember of his lighter sit under the cigar.