Considering he was a black and red armored figure without wings, he would have thought the color scheme at least would have raised a few eyebrows. Still, he was glad to find Avi in a fairly impressive home, though the lack of wards, guards, or anything truly defensive made him sigh, partially in amusement and annoyance. It appeared his shield had picked up some rust. Luckily, he could knock some of it off in short order, though the explosions would likely get him kicked out of high heaven and 'politely' asked to never come back. He chuckled as he slowed his walk, redesigning his helm to have a more traditional appearance, and completely negating his divine and beyonder auras. Avi likely hadn't picked up on his arrival yet, as the beyonder rampage against the imposter hadn't actually happened, temporal magic was a wonderful thing when properly mastered.<br/><br/>A massive slab of metal on his right arm, as wide as his chest and extending to the ground, with full mobility and dexterity, made his shield, and a flanged war mace with a head about as thick as his thigh completed the armor. It would look like he relied completely on metal to protect him, but he was as nimble as a rogue in padded armor, giving him a chance to give Avi a real work out. The color scheme was changed to jet black, rather than the more distinctive red on black with gold highlights, and the emblem on his left shoulder pauldron was removed as well, hidden under a layer of metal. All in all, he looked like a humanoid imitating an iron golem rather than a Death Guard.<br/><br/>He strode slowly up to the keep, his footsteps heavy with a weight he didn't feel, really enjoying the chance to just play for a change. If Kammy hadn't insisted on only fighting, he would have done the same with her, but she hadn't shown any inclination to negotiate, so it hadn't been nearly as fun. Sometimes he just wanted to ham it up, and he had rarely had a chance to enjoy it recently. As he plodded into the keep, he paused just inside the outer wall, and waited for someone to approach him, following the old rules of a challenger to the keep owner. When someone finally asked for his name and reason for a visit, he answered with one word. "Nemisis."