[u]"...Why does everyone knock? Bah..."[/u] [i]A masculine, deep voice sounded after the newcomer had knocked upon the gates leading into the place of combat, before the sound of a pair of footsteps could be heard, as if someone was moving around from within the walls of the Dojo itself...[/i] [i]Mere seconds later, a loud creaking could be heard as the wooden and metal gates that lead into the Dojo slowly opened, clearing the path for the newcomer to enter freely. Except for one, of course, who found it necessary to step in the newcomer's path.[/i] [u]"...Another techie. By the king of Eleum Loyce, do none of you so-called "fighters" know how to swing a blade? Disgraceful."[/u] [i]Standing in Gio's way was, to say the least - an imposing figure. Standing at a almost giant height of six foot eleven, his entire body clad in steel and Ivory armor, the metal burnt and aged as if it was older than its very wearer. A pelt that belonged to a slain animal hung upon the shoulders of the armor, draping over his back and slightly waving within the breeze of the wind. His helmet was shaped into the grotesque yet calm face of a previous king, calm yet soulless, a crown sitting upon the head of the armor.[/i] [i]Within the man's armored right hand was a massive steel and stone greatsword, the blade being thick enough to be considered a blunt weapon. And even then, there was an aura of magic surrounding the weapon - something was clearly different about it, and it's wielder.[/i] [u]"...You seek access, then?"[/u]