*Sketch, slowly approached, stopping about thirty feet away.* *He was wearing his slightly metallic duster, rain drops silently landing on it and rolling off. In either hand was a two and a half foot long katana with a white glow surrounding each blade. At his hip was a sheath holding a sword that had a silver hilt.* *Strapped to his duster were three strange looking grenades, each with a yellow circle containing a black traced triangle. On his back was a silver backpack with a patch resembling the same symbol. Strapped to the side of the backpack was an SMLE MKIII sniper rifle, complete with a bayonet.* *His eyes were plain white, unaffected by the shadow of the clouds yet they didn't glow either. He stood there silently, staring at the woman who had killed his step-father.*