[center][h3][color=#990000]A challenger approaches. And I'm a bit irritable. Mint.[/color][/h3][/center]

Re had just loaded up another bowl of kush- [i]after all, what ungodly-sized bowl would support the whole of a gram?[/i] -and that was when he heard Sky's voice. The grass rustling, the foreign accent- something was awry, or about to go awry. Spending time out in the country, stealing apples and getting high in fields tends to just up your sense of hearing.

But, Re disregarded it for the most part, dismissing it as some poor fucker who got lost. And so he lit up the bowl, successfully this time. Smoke filled the chamber, and Re inhaled the T.H.C. heaven, putting down half of it before he had to come up for a breath. And that was when he saw Sky come into view, the shock of his form making him cough out the smoke.

Sky was about to speak, and Re let him, but he put up the good 'ol '[i]gimme a second[/i]' sign as he took another very fast toke, downing the rest of the bowl in one fell swoop. Re set the bong down on the crevice between the Mustang's hood and windshield, leveling his eyes on Sky's form- especially that spear. There was indeed something off about Sky, and while Re didn't necessarily have any form of supernatural sensory ability, he could feel that there was a raise in the immediate area's energy. Maybe it was just him getting high, but he felt [b]something[/b].

Re released the smoke into the air as he spoke, "[i]Fight? [b]Jeeesus[/b] buddy, take me out to dinner first, why don't you?[/i]" Re snickered, quickly sliding off of the car's hood, and placing his right foot on the bumper. With borderline superhuman strength Re shoved the car (which was in [b]park[/b]) back a few dozen feet, ripping up the ground as his right foot slid back, Re's hands resting on the chain-bearing handles of his shortswords. Re was seven inches above six feet tall, making him tower over Sky, who was eight inches above five feet tall. "[i]Since y'insist on being polite, I'm Re.[/i]" Re[sub][i](pronounced 'Ray')[/i][/sub]'s voice was rather Canadian and lighthearted. Didn't fit with his appearance at all, but hey, it was what it was.

And so, Re swiftly drew his blades, and took a short leap back to put some distance between him and Sky, his stance remaining the same- right foot behind, left ahead, knees bent slightly. His midsection was guarded by the right-handed blade. The other blade was held in a reversed grip by his left hand, guarding his left leg. The entirety of his stance was rather lax, but it was also firm. He obviously practiced some form of martial art involving swords, frequently too. Likely fencing or Jeet Kune Do by the looks of it.

The blades of the weapons were approximately twenty inches long each, double-edged and straight. The metal seemed to 'shimmer' more than even highly-polished steel, almost like silver. The blades were very thick for swords, almost like they were made as replicas- the metal was almost half of an inch thick, which meant that they must have been very heavy to wield. There were slightly-thick chains of the same material latched into the bottom of the metallic handle as well, and they seemed to flow tautly up into Re's sweater's arms. From what it would likely appear, the chains were merely there to secure Re's weapons to his body.

"[i][b]Whenever you're ready, man![/b][/i]"

[center][h3][color=#990000]Testin' the waters, ticklin' the surface.[/color][/h3][/center]