[b][i]The Rising Son[/i][/b] [i]The figure stood atop a roof in the Dojo, a place his father had not frequented, except for the raid to draw the fighters out after stealing Cobalt's gear. The cloak he wore covered his powered exosuit, and his weapons, until the wind blew it back, exposing his revolvers, his father's Bowie knife, his kukri, his sniper rifle, and his sword. A bandolier crossed his chest, and a sidesaddle for rifle shells was on his right shoulder. His kukri sat on his left shoulder, his Bowie knife in a boot holster on his left leg. Both magnums were at his hips on a gunbelt, and his sword and sniper rifle were on his back. Like his cloak, his armor was matte black, bearing scratches and scrapes of combat. What stood out, however, was his mask. All matte black, three bright white slashes graced the right side. The eyes of the helmet were a piercing blue, glowing eerily. [/i]