Approaching the two was a man. He looked average, with a height of 5'11" and an athletic, mesomorphic build. His hair was jet black and shaggy while his eyes were a bright, emerald green. What wasn't average was the fact that he lacked a left arm; he didn't even have a replacement prosthetic. Instead, where a left arm would normally attach to his torso, he had a cauterized wound, seemingly around 3 and a half months old. The man wore rather simply clothing, a plain, black t-shirt and knee length, athletic shorts. His feet wore a pair of light, running shoes. The man would stop walking a couple feet away from the two, standing still and thinking to himself momentarily. "Alright. Mind if I join in? I'll fight both of you."