The swirling shapes suddenly leaped forth, one behind and one in front of the monk, and the swirling came to a halt as pieces of metal forged together with a hiss as the pieces seemed to become solid. A soldier in a full plate holding a great sword, on both sides. Only the helmets showed only a small slit for eyes, and that slit showed no light beyond it at all. Nothing. Forming so in the air, they seemed empty as it might be, yet they moved with purpose.<br/><br/>The bridge creaked loudly, the two heavy full plate mails starting to stretch the ropes and make them strain to a bad state. The metal outfits looking ready for a fight, the blades sharpened and shimmering with a bit of light, burning flame along the metal blades, the white hot flame starting to raise smoke in the air swiftly.