A man with a brimmed Galero Cardinal hat painted black soon came to answer her challenge, he had on a duster with some ceramic/platinum plating he looted earlier underneath a black sweater. Something was squirming around in one of his cargo pants pockets as his boots stomped on the ground in a march. Ghiaccio looked at Elvis with his blackened eyes with a look of malice, his first victim. [spoiler]Death or no death?[/spoiler]