It seems that Noriko has two unexpected visitors. One is Brass's sifu, who despite being a good foot and a half smaller than Brass, and probably gives up thirty or so pounds to the woman, is managing to stay unmoved in the main room. His left hand seems to be made of obsidian, with veins of fire running through it.<br/><br/>The other is mostly silent, quietly sitting on a few of Noriko's (mortal) toughs, drinking something. On spotting the boss woman, the silent man rumbles something to the sifu, who turns to address Noriko. "Ah, so you are B-brasss's." Well, he's trying. Talking and wrestling aren't what anyone would call a natural pair. "A-anyway," he starts, losing about a foot of space to Brass's overwhelming rush. "D-don't c-carry. P-plan!"