[i]"I could make a joke about her being hot, but honestly that would just be rude of me." The man who stood there was certainly a strange one. A six foot tall figure, adorned in an orange and black cloak of tiger stripes with a strange mask over his face - Orange, with a red circle painted around the left eye and a black crosshair on the right. He looked strangely buff, indicating that perhaps he wore armour beneath the cloak, which was further supported by the array of guns on him. On his back was a Godwyn Pattern Bolter, fit for man's hands and resting beside a strange assault rifle and sniper combo. On his hips were four revolvers, one red, one white, one blue, and one regular with a golden two-headed bear on the handle. That was on the left, as the right held two hilts for HardLight Blade Emitters, and what appeared to be a silver shoto hilt for a lightsaber. The figure looked strange, straight out of a science fiction movie, but he progressed towards the woman. He picked her up by the wrist as to not burn the cloak, and he looked towards the conscious woman. "We should bring her someplace cold. Any suggestions?" [/i]