[b]The crunch of the ground underfoot signaled the approach of heavy footsteps, footsteps that were no doubt headed towards the new comer...[/b] [b]As the steps eventually came to an end, a mechanical voice spoke up, coming from about five or six feet away from the new comer.[/b] [i]"Well, well... Yet another comes here... Guess that makes me one of the first to welcome you..."[/i] [b]Despite the obvious voice modifier, the tone held a sarcastic and almost lazy vibe, one of a uncaring yet amused individual... But there was more there, like this person was dangerous just by the presence they gave off... No, to because of magic or abilities... But because they hid something with such a disposition.[/b] [i]"If that is the case... Welcome to the Dojo."[/i]