After so generously building up the likes of JT, the announcer went on about his opponent. Captain of a Militia ship, titan pilot, mercenary raised from the dead, it was none other than the Dojo's Cylus. He stood much shorter than the eight foot tall beast of a man, but he smirked nonetheless. He walked with a certain swagger, already taunting his opponent. He was heavily armored with a combined mix of his own and Militia technology, so it was on the likes that nobody had ever seen. On his back was a Hemlock 3-Round burst assault rifle as well as a large serrated blade. At his belt were his dual Mk23 Pistols as well as near countless knives and weapons. He stepped forward into the arena, and his suit seemed to shift around him. His helmet began to build itself upon his face, the sleek black metal taking form. He pulled up his hood and looked at JT, sizing him up. Bright indigo eyes began to glow on his helmet, narrowing to match Cylus' facial expression. This was only what came to eye. There was no saying what abilities he harbored. Despite the size difference, he was not one to be messed with.