[spoiler]Sorry if my writing was terrible before; it's been a while since I've last done RP.[/spoiler] Both turned to look at the emerged figure. Clara cocked her head, seeming to analyze him. Wyatt drew his rifle and held it with one hand to his side; it was an assault rifle with a chainsaw attached to the front. He then approached the cloak figure, Clara staring curiously at the occurring exchange. She looked down at her feet and saw a large silver puddle culminating again, then looked back at a long series of silver footsteps that lined down the path to the Dojo. Embarrassed, she stepped in front of the puddle so that the cloaked man wouldn't see, let alone know that she got the front area of his monastery lined with grey sludge. "Who are you?" Wyatt asked, assertively yet cautiously. He didn't seem like a threat, he thought.