As Tom walked into town he was fairly nervous. Ever since beginning to use the Iron legacy armour Mark one Tom had felt very venerable whenever he didn't have it one so thus he didn't normal take many risks such as trying to talk his way out of situations rather than actually fight it out. As Tom walked past an alley way something caught his eye that sent dread, excitement and confusion through his mind. He saw someone who almost completely matched the description of a old war hero, well more of a old war myth, that was Cleaver although most things matched up with him and the description he had been told about the legend the one thing that seemed off was the mask he wore which looked newer and high tech than the rest of his ensemble. It looked like he was gearing up to fight off two men with swords of all things. Tom knew that this wouldn't end well for the two men but rather than get involved Tom decided to sit it out at least temporarily just incase Cleaver wasn't friendly so Tom hid around the corner ready to watch the ensuing fight with one finger ready to call his armour just in case something happens.