The man, noticing he's been called down, slips his mallet back into the pocket of his jeans and walks to down to the stage and to his pedestal, the skin of his bare feet making audible slaps against the tiled stairs down. He slips on his bracelet, Remembering what Kahmori said about them restricting the abilities of the wearer, he reaches into his pocket to pull out the mallet, but finds nothing.<br/>"Not good," he murmurs to himself as he listens to the question...<br/><br/>*BUZZZ!* goes his buzzer as he slams a fist down on the red button.<br/><br/>"Highwayman?!" He shouts quickly, almost certain he's right...