[b]FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT Dojo Sim 12:00 PM[/b] The simulation flickered and switched amongst many settings. The original Dojo, the streets of the Golden City, a Venom Inc. DMZ. All of these and more, flickering and spinning like a madman's daydream. But, it eventually settled on where it all started for him. The courtyard. A starbucks flickered into existience, followed by the rest. Hell, there was even a little burrito stand run by a man clad in red. It really seemed like a hell of a dick-stroking nostalgia trip. Yet, it served a purpose. The man sat, clad in his modified ODST BDUs. The coils on his back glowed purple, and he waited. His visor was not yet polarized, and his Katana was sheathed. His "revolver" was holstered, and his keyblade lay across his lap as he sat. The challenger approached, and he knew who it was. Internally, his bio-chemical makeup reacted to her mere presence, and he looked towards her. "Hello." Came the surprisingly calm response from the old and usually sarcastic warrior. "I assume that you know why we're both here...correct?" [spoiler]You know who you are.[/spoiler]