[ He comes when he is called, not for an particular sense of loyalty to their newfound commanders, but rather his own peculiar need to discover all that can be know. The outline is vague and far from satisfying, but it'll do for present.
Clad all in black from head to foot, the color is disrupted only by the armor that now covers his chest, legs, and arms. His "weapon" has already adapted, taking the shape of a Roman centurion's armor.
It's a rather different feel from what he's used to, but given their next mission, it only seems appropriate to practice the art of mingling.
Blade in hand,, his features doubly obscured by an opaque mask and helmet, he begins practicing various forms. Anyone who wishes to spar with a swordsman may very well get their chance. ]
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Clad all in black from head to foot, the color is disrupted only by the armor that now covers his chest, legs, and arms. His "weapon" has already adapted, taking the shape of a Roman centurion's armor.
It's a rather different feel from what he's used to, but given their next mission, it only seems appropriate to practice the art of mingling.
Blade in hand,, his features doubly obscured by an opaque mask and helmet, he begins practicing various forms. Anyone who wishes to spar with a swordsman may very well get their chance. ]