originally posted in:The New Dojo
[b]The figure stares towards the armored man before looking away, clearly unfazed by his looks. They took a couple steps towards the entrance before stopping, not daring to enter. They seemed to know entry could only be earned through bloodshed and violence. Reaching down with their right hand the metaba revolver was loosened from it's holster, while the left hand gave their cloak a flick, briefly exposing what appeared to be a length of chain.[/b]
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[i] The man shrugs.[/i] "Sure, we can go a round." [i] He says, his voice filtered and metallic through the mask. The tone was hard and cold, with an edge..like razors on ice. The man with drew the white and gold blade from its sheath and pointed it at the figure.[/i] "I'm a firm believer in knowing who my opponent is, and vice versa. I'm the Ronin."