[@Wraithblade6] [@thewizardguy]
	As a warrior of great power, and a mysterious blade of light spoke to one another, admist the shattered shards of stone, one may of been mistaken that it had begun to rain. Small droplets fell from the sky, but it was not water that fell...rather...it was crimson, and smelled and tasted of iron. It was...blood....the life essance of men, and beast alike, rained down for just a moment, before several chunks of flesh came crashing down...a severed arm, a bit of liver, a knee. It seemed as though above them, someone had been rended, torn asunder by something. Slowly, a man appeared, landing from what seamed to be a great leap. This man, a tall pale skinned man, wearing a gi of some sort. In his right arm, a huge blade, seeming like the weapon out of a legend, or a story told by a child, exaggerating to fantastical proportions. However, more interesting than the blade, may be the arm holding it...deformed, disgusting. With strange tooth like bone growths sticking out of it, one may assume the arm to be that of a monster, yet it is fused to the body of this mysterious man..... 

	As for the blade, who could see into people's hearts, in this man, it'd find a sea of sorrow, pain, and anger...but the anger, a fury to destroy evil...the pain, the pain of loss...and the sorrow....the sorrow, of a failure that stains his very soul.

	"..You...are you...Kisaki Mao?" The man asks, him sounding slightly annoyed, his voice deep..smooth. Like what one may imagine the voice of a lion to be like, or maybe a bear...