A thunderbolt struck down near Joren and his squad. But instead of being quick and disappearing, the thunder spread to the ground and remained. Eventually, the thunder dissipated. A man was crouched down in it's place and he slowly stood up. He had dark, short, slightly spiked hair and a rough goatee outlining his jaw. He was wearing black sunglasses, a long leather black jacket witha white undershirt, and black pants. Lightening pulse from his hands. "Where are the Ureha's?" He asked, his voice dark and smooth.