[center][color=#000000][u][h3][b]Zume Tatasuko[/b][/h3][/u][/color][/center]

Warrior, a word he had heard many times, but not so many said it with the conviction that this man did. Intriguing. Then his killing intent soared, briefly putting his senses on edge before he took a breath, calming himself to serenity once more. There was not a flinch or out of place movement as he watched his opponent's eyes analyze his every move.

The Shade smiled, [color=#000000][B]"Amusing,"[/B][/color] and his hand was met by its twin to preform several handseals in rapid succession. He did not state the name of his technique, but a dark mist began to spread from his form, drifting around him, but not spreading further than 4 feet in every vector. This man was a strange one, for he was a warrior who cared not for names or titles, only for battle.

Perhaps this made him a truer warrior than many others he'd faced, but that did not make him any less strange.

Eyes serious, Zume sighed lightly before closing them entirely and beginning to walk towards his opponent as well, noting his weapon once more as he did so. It seemed that there were no words that he could utter to dissuade the man from initiating combat, so he would instead be forced to use action. [color=#000000][B]"If that is your wish, then come, nameless warrior,"[/B][/color] he continued to approach, muscles relaxed, but ready for anything at a moment's notice.

He hoped not to be disappointed, though it hardly mattered in the end.