[i]Slow, clanking footsteps approached the woman, the clanking being that of metal against more metal. Approaching from the Dojo's gates, was a knight in, well, not so shining armour. In fact, his armour was charred completely black, not a remnant of its once beautifully silver and shining colour remaining. He stood at six feet and ten inches exactly - yet he wasn't lanky, or slender. He was very well built, in fact; muscular and burly, like someone who exercised a whole lot - though not too muscular. He was strong looking, but not strong looking like someone who was addicted to exercise. On his back, sitting in a partial leather sheath, was a seven foot long greatsword, the metal, midnight black, and highly decorated cruciform being the only thing of the weapon that the woman could see. The man then spoke once he stopped about five feet away, the clanking immediately stopping, [/i] "Fair maiden.. You should come inside.. To the Dojo." [i]His voice, while soft-spoken, was powerful and deep - which was surprising, with how unbelievably young it sounded.. It sounded like the man was in his mid twenties, in fact. [/i]