[color=mediumorchid]"I'm not big on wide-scale attacks! It's not gonna bother me, but you'll have to come up with something else to deal with this haze!"[/color] Alvios skid to a stop, the blades around him flourishing several times to blow away the smoke with the force of their swings, before looking at the newest member of the mask crew. Long black blade, distinct speech patterns, the enigma. Alvios stood across from Vale. He'd been looking for a good swordfight. There was just one thing off about this...

     [color=mediumorchid]"Wait. Who the hell is Vale?"[/color]