[h2][u][center]Isaac Ryder[/center][/u][/h2]
[center][@John F Kennedy][/center]

A dark cloud of carbon surrounded Isaac as various rips and gaps in his coat repaired themselves. He had just finished fighting off a wave of soldiers and earned himself and his fellow soldiers a brief reprieve. He wiped at his cheek with the back of his hand and saw it come away smeared in blood, a minor wound he sustained from a grazing blade. Not for the first time, he was thankful for his coat and the kinetic armor underneath, those being the only reason he had gotten away from that fight so lightly.

The sound of an explosion shook him out of his thoughts and he looked up to see a Belisian shuttle, smoke pouring from the side as it fell from the sky. As he watched, he saw figures, Belisian knights judging from the crest on the side of the shuttle, jump out of the falling craft as it fought to stay in the air. Before he gave himself time to even think about it, Isaac was already on the move. He knew that the knights would be landing in the thick of it and even if they didn't exactly need his help, he was still going to support them however he could.

As he ran, discarded weapons leapt from the ground and floated in the air around him. Isaac then pulled whatever steel he could from the blades and firearms, the useless remains falling to the ground, and wrapped it around his forearms and shins. He then did something he had only tried once before: he focused on the steel on his limbs, his carbon coat, and his iron vest, then jumped. Using his control over the metal and carbon on his body, Isaac forced himself to soar into the air. He wasn't flying or even gliding, but simply jumping very high and very far. It was something he didn't like to do, since it felt as if his arms and legs were about to be pulled out of their sockets, but he knew he couldn't waste any time, not if he wanted to help the crashed knights.

After a second jump, Isaac saw the knights attempting to regroup. One of them, a young man about Isaac's age, fired his weapon in to the air, to get the attention of his men Isaac assumed. At the same time, he noticed a group of three Vaimese approaching from their blind spot. The steel separated from Isaac's limbs, as do his vest and part of his coat, forming a sword in each hand, as well as eight more behind him. Before the Vaimese soldiers could close the distance, Isaac, who used his coat to slow his descent, landed between them and the Belisian knights. Before the closest one could react, Isaac lashed out, driving his blade through the man's throat. As he did, four of the other blades flew out, decapitating one of the other men. The other put up a better fight and parried one of the swords, only for the other to run him through from behind.

The immediate threat taken care of, Isaac let go of his weapons and the ten blades took their place behind him in a circular pattern. He turned to the knights and held his hand out to the one he saw firing his weapon into the air. Now that he was closer, Isaac could see that the man, though he was his age, was slightly shorter, and wore a mustache. "Isaac Ryder, Battlemage," he said, mustering as friendly a smile as he could, despite being in the middle of a warzone.