[b]The man was certainly an oddity among those within the dojo. He was quite large, a few good inches over six feet, with an array of muscles to match. Obviously of an Asian heritage, though his skin color was darker. His black hair was cut to a buzz, to prevent it from flying in the heat of battle. His clothes were robe-like, with leather reinforced pants, and a massive blue shoulder guard to match his outfit. Upon his back was a massive black curved sword, which seemed to disturb the populace, giving him a wide space to move freely. The bulge at his side was obviously a hand gun. Something else lay under his back-robe. His non-guarded arm had three black dragon tattoos, their winding bodies converging at his un-gloved hand. He set the guns aside, and kicked them out of the circular arena. A melee and Magic fight was enough for him. He sat, in the middle, placing his hands on his knees and breathing in and out deeply, a form of meditation. Eventually, a massive serpent dragon circled the arena, made up of light. It seemed to float, and fly casually, almost a watch dog more than guard. An animal to warn him of challengers. That's when he heard the footsteps. The man stood up, gesturing to the thrown guns as the dragon like snake exploded into a dazzling display of light and beauty. The dragon tattoos faintly glowed red as his guarded hand placed itself on his sword.[/b] Those are your rules. I can't promise you'll leave without a scratch. [spoiler]Open! Mostly fights, but he's willing to talk, if not. [/spoiler]