[i] The rubble, smoke, ash, and fleeing citizens was all pretty expectable in a situation like this. After the shootings and explosions, people were doing their best to get the hell out. All except one man.. who most definitely hadn't been there a few seconds ago, only a few meters in front of the terrorist. The man stood tall, at about 6'2", clad in a form fitting, pitch black armor. The metal over his form was glossy, having no markings or signs it had ever even seen battle. It was Almost assassin in nature. On the breastplate of the armor, a yin-yang symbol over crossed swords sits. That was the blatant symbol, but a less conspicuous one, was a blood red, coiled cobra on his shoulder, ready to strike. One that would be pretty damn recognizable to the shooter. At the man's hip lie three katanas, all with the vibe of mystery and an enigmatic feel..hell, they looked like the kind of swords that needed to be sheathed so they didn't cut the air. The first was a vibrant white and gold; quite the contrast to his dark attire. It seemed to gleam, even in areas of low light. The second blade was more at home and looked like it belonged, being completely and utterly black. No..black would imply color. This was the epitome of shadow. It seemed to want to devour the light of its brother blade.. completely Devoid of light and color. The third and final blade was rather drab compared to the other two, a dull, olive green. Though, the pommel is in the shape of an oriental dragon head. One of the more peculiar and downright unnerving things about the man was the mask he wore. A traditional Japanese Oni demon mask; made of contorted and twisted black metal, with sprouting horns. Where his eyes would be, the mask had coal black abysses that lacked any content. From the few steps he took, it was clear He carried himself with self-assurance and dominion. His very presence emanated unparalleled power, in an almost elegant sort of way. Every movement maximizes efficiency..if Death was graceful, this man was his living incarnate. https://imgur.com/a/MiiYp https://imgur.com/a/CdM6F https://imgur.com/a/SXcJq He had one sword drawn, the white and gold blade, but it was lowered and out to the side. Ronin had already made up his mind, this terrorist was going to die. What he wanted to know was why he had a Venom Inc. cobra on his armor..[/i]