<strong>Name:</strong>Nakamura Seiichi<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Tokyo<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Dying monsters<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Seiichi blinks, disoriented for a moment.  This definitely isn't any outfit he remembers owning or wearing...but the mail-and-plate armor feels oddly<em>right</em>, and he most certainly does know what to do with the bow he finds in his hands.<br/><br/>He straightens, sparing only a brief glance at the young lady -- a comrade in arms, he knows, even though he's equally sure he's never actually<em>met</em>her -- before turning, the left side of his body facing the oncoming horde as he forms his posture and readies his weapon.<br/><br/>He's bringing down the bow and drawing it back long before it ever occurs to him that he doesn't actually have any arrows, and a long, thin icicle shimmers into existence as he reaches<em>kai</em>.  A heartbeat later the icicle-arrow is embedded in the nearest monster's chest, and Seiichi's hands blur faster and faster, flowing through the eight stages with impossible speed as a storm of razor-sharp ice tears into and through the dark creatures.  As the creatures press forward, he pauses just long enough to stomp the ground with one foot, sending a massive geyser at a low angle to hurl them backwards in an undignified heap before resuming his withering hail of 'arrows.'