[u]As soon as the girl entered the courtyard, Bjorn watched with great anticipation. Admiring her armor, he himself almost felt nostalgic for the days before when he used something similar. Now he used a titanium suit that weighed nearly three tons, and protected him from nearly all forms of attack. Watching her kneel, he thought she was just another warrior, coming to pray for the fallen. Not paying much attention, he went back to gazing at the cherry blossoms... that is, until he heard the name Balthazar. As soon as it had been uttered, his eyes widened as a fiery rage filled his soul. Grabbing his sheathe and slinging his gun onto his shoulder, he charged over to the girl and grabbed her by the shoulder. Turning her to face him, he almost yelled out of rage.[/u] "[i]WHERE DID YOU LEARN THAT NAME?! HOW DO YOU KNOW THAT MAN, AND WHERE DID YOU MEET HIM?! AND WHY, OF ALL MATTERS, ARE YOU PRAYING FOR HIS SORRY ASS?![/i]"