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  Before a move could made by either Khaine or Asura, they both may have sensed a fluctuation of sorts, as if a portion of space near their location was being tampered with. With that sense came a visual representation in the form of the shadows of the area rushing towards a specific point on the stone floor, building up upon themselves until the pile began to distort itself into a portal, a Corridor of Darkness. A being steps out from the portal, strands of darkness from this entry point rolling off from his cloak. Almost as quickly as it had opened, the Corridor dissipates, leaving this familiar hooded man in the wake of everyone within the vicinity. "Greetings...it has been a very long time since I've seen some of you. However, allow me to introduce myself for those here that are not familiar with me..." With that being said, the tactician discards his hood, revealing his white hair, brown eyes, and happy-go-lucky smile. Despite this cheery exterior, the Dread Lord could probably tell from his clothing and eyes alone that this was a good man that had gone to war many times. "My name is Michael Narukami. I have been a tactician for as long as I can remember. I hope to be of use to the strongest warriors here, for a world that does not have its own share of war is a rare one indeed..." He remarks.

  He takes the time he is using to speak to gauge the situation at hand. Down to the positions of the others' bodies to their wavelengths, he could tell that a battle had ensued. In fact, it was still going on as of now, but his entrance had provided a small window of time for both participants in the fight. Michael decided that the best strategy for now would be to play the waiting game, to see just where his loyalty should lie...