[h2]Ryoma Nagare[/h2]

[color=ed1c24]"The one and only,"[/color] responded Ryoma, his face bearing a grin that could only be described as shit-eating, [color=ed1c24]"and you'd be Crawford, right?"[/color]

While it was somewhat easy to determine Ryoma's measure as a man by looks alone, the same could not be said of the individual who stood before him. Crawford was of lean build, and seemed to be in good shape, but any other remarkable features were obscured by the suit and helmet he was wearing. Judging by his manner of speaking, Ryoma figured Crawford to be of the prim-and-proper, consummate professional sort. Not the sort of man Ryoma would get along with, but they were usually capable and reliable, which is what really matters in the heat of battle.

Ryoma took up the man's offered hand and gave it a hearty shake, maintaining his ear-to-ear grin. 

[color=ed1c24]"I've got the Black Getter and my fists; all a man could ever need. Now, there's something out there just waiting for us to come and kill it. Let's not keep the bastard waiting."[/color]