[spoiler]That’s kinda a rough photo of what parts his gear covers and stuff. Similar silhouette, different colors. [/spoiler] Eddie closed the door without breaking eye contact with Sam. It seemed as if his initial hypothesis had been correct: Samuel Weiss was not a man to be trifled with. The armor looked extremely militaristic—Eddie could at least recognized that—but customized to the extent that he would more likely be a wealthy mercenary than a soldier. ‘[i]Shit... My bruises had just recovered,[/i]’ he thought to himself as, with a flourish, he withdrew both of his escrima sticks at once, and got into a ready position; his hands were raised in front of his chest in a neutral position, and his left leg was placed slightly forward, for better balance and reaction time. After all, why else would Samuel be armed for battle if not to test Eddie in melee combat? “[b]So, you wanna make first move?[/b]” he said, his voice modulator making himself sound far more confident than he actually was. Despite himself, he grinned like a madman: the voice modulator actually sounded pretty badass. [spoiler]Imagine that he sounds kinda like Red Hood with the mask on. [/spoiler]