[@Tyki] [@kishin asura]
	From the remaining road, wandered a man. To the Demon God, he could see a soul, twisted, and terrible. A monster, wearing human skin. A man, clad in red armor. Behind him, a line of children, chained, their wrists and ankles worn to the point they bled by their shackles. Six children in total, taken from their homes. Their parents gone. Orphans of war. Each one, having gone though such abuse, yet their souls remain pure. The magical innocence of a child.....a thing, abused. This man, clad head to toe in blood red armor, looks at Issac, and the Drifter, not being aware of Asura. 
	"Look, more freaks to deal with...." He grumbles, drawing a longsword, it too made from the blood metal he was clad with. To Asura, he may be horrified. When shown close up, this man's armor...and weapon...had shards of souls within it. Terrible weapons, and armor.
	"In the name of Lord Malakai, the true ruler of all...set down your arms. Maybe he'll spare you." The mystery knight says, grinning under his metal mask.