[i][b]So Let It Be Written, So Let It Be Done[/b][/i] [b]Inside the Dojo, Amidst the Chaos[/b] [i]The air grew cold and heavy amidst the courtyard, a darkness rising from the ground. From the formless substance, a skeleton formed, burning with an icy fire, and overtop of it, armor. Landing on the ground, the figure stood. His armor was a pulsating void, radiating and empty coldness, except for half of his mask, which was a blaze of hellfire. The eyes of his mask were a slightly lighter shade of black than the rest of his armor. From the air behind him, a cloak formed, one of pure flame. At his hip, a single revolver, an ivory grip, the barrel and cylinder ebony. A shotgun rested on his back, a Winchester Model 1887, etched with what appeared to be flaming runes. He clenched his fist, knuckles cracking as he did. Observing the area around him, he chuckled, taking in the chaos.[/i] "So they've done it... they've stood up for change... Change they will get..." [i]He drew the shotgun, and headed towards the fray.[/i] [i]He avoided civilians, they had not incurred his wrath or his coming. What he wanted were those who stood to defend. They had betrayed the cause. For that, they would pay in blood.[/i] [spoiler]Open[/spoiler]