The falcon landed in front of him. Within a few seconds, the bird had shifted into a guy. He was only a few shades more tan than Michael Jackson post-bleach. He had sandy blonde hair and ice blue eyes. He looked young, looking only 17 or so. The armor he wore was sleek, had gew areas of plating, had an unfamiliar insignia on it. He wore a maroon, chestplate that didn't look that thick, and covered his upper chest to his abdomen. He wore small shoulder plating, and knee plating. Small gauntlets. His undersuit was a deep green and grey. Most importantly, he wore a cape with a hood. The hood was made out of wolfskin, along with the rest of the cape. "You're welcome," he said.