Shiro paused, and then cracked up laughing, he almost fell over from how hard he was laughing. "Just like me?" He wiped a tear from his eye, smearing blood across his face. "The horsemen only had one child. and he stands before you. Son of Death. Student of War, Apostle of Famine, Heir to Pestilence." as he spoke each name the chosen weapon slammed in to the ground, embedding itself in to the stone floor and cracking it, a huge scythe, a flaming sword and sheild, a pair of scales that doubbled as a dagger, and a bow that dripped with foul puss. "and Bearer of The Essence of Khaos. Fifth Horsemen." his armour rippled and shifted erupting in cold fire, the armour was no longer advanced but it gave off an aura of utter power, the air became so cold it burnt. and from within the helm two pits of eternity opened, to gaze in to them was to stare in to the void and risk one's soul. "but.." he laughed again and the world returnd to normal, shiro was once again in his lighter armour. "that isn't all, if all else fails, we can just send the sun supernova. Don't ask, its how I feed."