[i] He steps out of the shadows, the same lock of hair in his face, and his ever-present three katanas at his hip. He wears a black t-shirt and black jeans. He walks towards her with grace and elegance, yet purpose. Like every movement is maximizing efficiency. He practically radiated power. If Death could be elegant, he was the living incarnate.[/i] "Last time I checked. Would you like me to pinch you, just to make sure?" [i] He says with a smile.[/i]