Eric Cooper stood beneath a flickering light, sharpening a knife on the bulging ceramic gauntlet on his right arm, where his chain-blade was held. He had reportedly rescued Beta Company from their imprisonment in the Arena, but the man... No, boy that stood in front of you hardly seemed to fit the bill. He didn't look any older than 18, with black hair and cold, pale green eyes that watched you like a predator would its prey, yet there was no malice in those eyes, merely confusion. His voice was still raspy with puberty, but carried a sense of both contentment and uncertainty, "You aren't from here, are you?"