He'd been minding his own business, enjoying a quiet day with no problems by himself. Enjoying the chatter of people around him, but not having to talk to them directly. A light breeze ruffled his white hair as it passed by, and he looks up at the sky, his blue eyes taking in the setting sun. The light was fading from above, but not all that quickly, signaling the end of another day. It seemed to be a peaceful ending to a peaceful week, as nothing major had happened, but that was not the case. He was just about to walk around as he turned around when a loud noise resounded all around him, and a blast of air rushed at him from behind, tugging at his hair and causing dust to rise up all around him.<br/><br/>Turning around, holding a hand to his forehead to keep the dust out of his eyes and to hold his hair in place, he frowns at the cause of the commotion. People were screaming and yelling, running in every direction, but he did not move, standing steadfast as he stared down the large group of what seemed to be human shaped beings, but he knew better. These were not anywhere near being human, as they were much taller, and were all clad in what looked to be black armor of some robotic make. At the ends of their arms were claws, and several of them had wicked looking guns, glowing in parts with a neon light. Tasers? Probably.<br/><br/>The leader, or so it seemed, stepped forward coming toward to where he was standing, looking down at him. Then, it began to say something, in a crude language that sounded like it was human but not quite there. Even so, he got the gist of what the monster was saying, and he rolls his eyes. "This is ridiculous..." He murmurs, raising his hand in response to the threat from the leader, and a bright blue and purple glow of flames forms on his right hand and arm, as his skin bubbled slightly, and it looked like bone was coming out of him, but then it was revealed to be a blade, as it came out completely, the hilt now being held in the palm of his hand. In his left was a long sword, pulled from its sheath.<br/><br/>"You want a fight? Fine. Let's go." He rushes forward, noticing from the corner of his eye someone who wasn't fleeing from the scene, wondering what this person's deal was. But, he didn't have time to go back, to tell the person to get out and that it wasn't safe, as he was closer to one of the black-clad monsters than he was to the stranger. His mind quickly turned to the situation that was before him, and swung his blades forward with precision and expertise, easily slicing through the armor that the intruder was wearing, followed by a dying sound from whatever the monster was before it fell down to his feet. Several more followed as they zoned in on him, but like the first, he was able to take them out with no trouble at all.