in a flash of light, a new figure entered the fray. he seemed of an angelic figure, with six wings, white as snow. he wore shimmering armor, ornamented with humble pieces of cloth. 

his hair, and eyes were the same color of his wings, a pure white. 

though his eyes were soft, compassionate. in his hands lay a long spear, silver on the rod, with a shining golden tip. the figure looked around, appraising the surroundings and those within them. 

 "well, this is interesting. a contained space, with differing means of entry..hmm..something vaguely familiar about the idea of that."