[b]A tall, winged figure approaches the Dojo, the wings ending in several feather shaped pieces of metal and several missiles lining the wings, covered by plated missile pods and parts of the currently folded wings, a 6 shot grenade launcher in its off hand with a long range sight along with several other weapons at its sides including a Machete, a Glock 18, and an odd cylinder shaped device, once it reaches the gates it speaks in a male voice. [/b] "So, this is some sort of training ground? Seems more like a preschool of mindless toddlers." [b]His voice sounds beaten and raspy through his helmet, though it's unknown as to wether or not it's natural.[/b] "Go ahead, I'm waiting."