Upon encountering the source of the strange noise, he discovered an interesting looking scene up ahead. He could see the remains of three of the statue knights upon the ground, three more were still standing, two armed with warhammers and the third bolstering a large halberd and a larger square shield. They were gathered around a figure, illiuminated in the dim light, a figure decked in silver, yellow and black. The silver was that of his unique armour, somewhat angular with sharp edges and beautiful curves, decorated all over with swirling wind patterns. He was also draped in black and yellow clothing, fluttering from his back in something of a cloak like motion, a band and cover around his helmeted head, an outfit designed to look good in the wind. In both hands he head a gleaming sharp great sword with brassy handle and a bandaged hilt. He could deduce now the sound of the clanking he heard was the sound this mighty weapon had made in contact with the enemy. As he got closer, he heard the fellow speak.
"Sally forth, stonecased guardians! No knight of Windloft shall fall before your cold eyes!" He said proudly, a voice somewhat young but brave as he swung into the attack of one of the hammer knights. He noticed the strange whistling sound was coming from his greatsword... seeing it closer, he could see the blade bizzarely had a number of rectangular holes cut into it along the middle of the blade, creating a whistling sound when it struck the air.