Ryan sighed as he zoomed down the now near bare road from town to the mansion. "It's time to do this. Deliver this message as awesome as possible and get the hell out." The other him stayed silent. Getting closer to the mansion, he veered off into the grass. Like heck he was gonna take the normal way in, oh no. He was gonna make a DYNAMIC ENTRY! Not knightly of him, but it settled his evil sides erge to take over. To those who could hear his motor cycle engine, would have heard it coming up fast as he found a hill that could be used as a jump "Don't fuck this up. So, pull it! Make 'em hard! and then show those bitches how we do thi-" There was a low growl. "Will you just shut the hell up! I do not need an iside perverted-ass driver!" and thats when he went over the jump and bushes.<br/><br/>He landed right near the ceremony. About 75 feet away and drove toward then and circled around the whole group. He was also tearing up the turf before coming to s skidding stop at the start of the isle. Turning off the bike and kicking the kickstand down, he got off. He took off his helmet and put it on the seat, letting his purple hair get some....ahem...air. He then took off hos bow from hos back and the quiver on his leg and dropped them on the ground. He now turned to face the bride and groom or rather...now husband and wife. In a swift motion, he drew his broadsword from it's sheeth. He begun to walk towards the two....slowly, getting faster............faster........jogging now....now a full run. He jumped into the air with the blade pulled over his head and both hands on the handle and brought it down between the two missing on purpose.<br/><br/>Slowly getting up, he smiled. "Good form Sir Joseph and well met."  He then sheethed his blade. "My name is Ryan Braddok. I have a message from my unknown employer, to you. it is. 'The time is coming. Year have gone and now that the defenses are down. Prepare yourself...' and that is it."  Ryan stood in a very composed form before him. During the talk, the inner self had some things to say. "Blah, blah, blah, blah, blahhhh. Dude, get it the fuck over with! Noone gives a shit about you being Mr. Proper. Even more so after wrecking the lawn AND interupting the wedding! You get points from me though, well done shit face! Now, turn the body around. I wanna see ALL the women...Pick one...grab a bottle of vodka on the way out and  PARTY!!!! WHOO!!"