[i] The man shrugs.[/i] "Sure, we can go a round." [i] He says, his voice filtered and metallic through the mask. The tone was hard and cold, with an edge..like razors on ice. The man with drew the white and gold blade from its sheath and pointed it at the figure.[/i] "I'm a firm believer in knowing who my opponent is, and vice versa. I'm the Ronin."