<div class="floatleft">(http://www.wikimoon.org/images/pgsm/shibby.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Hideki Daichi<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Dreamland Tokyo<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>???<br/><br/><hr/><em>Strength of the Mountain</em><br/>Hideki didn't know what to make of this. His dream's weren't usually this vivid. The premise of it all confused him, making him unsure what to think of believe. It was like something out of an action film. Chaos was ahead and there was uncertainty in his heart, but then he looked down to the Rosed blade in his hands.<br/><br/><em>Thorn of the Rose</em><br/>He felt the blade was familiar, yet not. He was sure he felt he had never seen this sword before, but here he was, swinging it like it was second nature. It was a light, but strong blade, strong  enough to give him confidence to step forward with the weapon<br/><br/><em>Support Unwavering</em><br/>Each step he took felt like a leap, the earth coming up beneath him and supporting his movements. He was there though, there with these people. He held his hand out, not knowing how, but fathering strength from the earth. He felt his mouth move, but it was empty words. He could not tell what he was saying, but he launched a powerful blast at the attacking shadow legion. With sword in hand the blade had a bright glow as he began to cut through any shadows that would attempt to have at him<br/><br/>It wasn't done yet though, more were coming, and the heroic figures around him weren't either. He then actually noticed the rest of his attire. A mask, a cape? When did he look into the antics of being a vigilante? It didn't matter, as several walls came forth from the earth, seemingly at his command, protecting the back line as it was commanded, and then sticking his blade into the ground and and spreading his arms out. Once again, he was saying something, but he couldn't hear anything. Soon enough however his foes were consumed in a plume of magma, trying to ease the other heroics efforts.