"I'm not a vigilante." [b]The voice came from behind her. It was a different man, with hair that was as brown as an oak tree and eyes of the finest blue. He looked wealthy, a finely trimmed beard and custom tailored suit being just some of the distinctions that separated him from the rest of the slums[/b] "I am no one." [b]He sent a torrent of ice toward her, walking forward with a smile on his face. He drew his sword, which glowed a faint blue[/b] [spoiler]Reference is most certainly intentional[/spoiler]