[b]That's a buffoon in armor, not a warrior.[/b] [i]He might surprise you.[/i] [b]Ha.[/b] ------------------------------- [i]The rider wouldn't continue his mental games and conversations with his friend, instead coming into Gregor's view. The rider was a warrior himself: garbed in an article that suggested a certain knighthood. His frontal plating covered his chest and stomach region, a back plate covering him as well. Links of chainmail guarded his sides, pauldrons covering os shoulders, alongside shinguards and gauntlets. A great helm covered his helmet, a single black, mangled insignia burnt into the center: a swirling, void rift.[/i] [i]At his waist was a longsword, the blade kept hidden by the black leather sheath of which held it's edge back. The hilt was wrapped with a comforting leather, to provide a comfortable grip alongside it. Next to that were two daggers: a simple edged one, and a stiletto.[/i] "Don't draw your sword, knight. Or, should I say, Gregor?" [b]Excellent.[/b] [i]The raspy, yet energetic voice in Abram's head would state, as the black sigil upon his helmet would gleam with a dark, blood red energy.[/i] [b]The fear factor.. should work. Usually, it does.[/b]