[i]And soon, a lonesome man walked before the new woman, with a grey set of clouds swiftly rolling into the Dojo's grounds and allowing a gentle breeze to nibble at the exposed skin on either figure. Only this man that approached, he was most certainly a formidable foe. Whereas the new people to the Dojo were either ill experienced or altogether not too powerful, this man was a vector of skill and experience, just waiting to be unleashed. Nothing could be seen past his duster in terms of clothing, that and the hat, both of which shared the same dirt brown shade but with the jacket having golden seams and shoulder covers whilst the hat maintained a grey metal rim. He openly carried arms on him, including two revolvers, a bolt action rifle on his back beside a heavily modded SCAR-L assault rifle, and a set of jagged twin blades, one swathed in flame with the other engulfed in poisonous shadows. "Well ma'am, you certainly seem like a decent foe," Admitted the cowboy as he buttoned up his duster, concealing a strange looking suit of armour on his chest and the emerald green jumpsuit that rested beneath it. "How about a spar?" [/i]