[i]Step.. Drag.. Step.. Drag.. Step.. Drag.. This is what the woman heard, coming from one of the darkened hallways. Then it came into view. A tall man in a silver and black suit of armour stepped into the light. He nodded at the woman, and muttered something along the lines of "damn cultists" before stopping, and dropping something, the thing he had been dragging being left in the dark. Probably for the best. He looked at the Bloodletter, unless it disintegrated or some shit, and then back at the woman with a grunt of approval. [/i] "Damn demons.. I think that one's called a.. Bloodletter? Weak on their own, very dangerous in numbers.. Blade cuts through basically everything.. Real dangerous, those ones." [i]He took a very deep breath, looking the woman up and down as if sizing her up, his eyes resting on the plasma blade. His own plasma claws showed from his gauntlets for a little, before disappearing once again. [/i] "That was a great first impression, ain't it?" [i]He chuckled to himself, silently. [/i]