"I think I shall stick with the dummy targets for today. I haven't used a pair of these in years and I don't want to dismember anyone in this pit just yet!" - his smile faded slightly when he involuntarily pictured the sight in his head. "But if you must insist, I'm always up for a good melee!" When he heard Valonox's words he turend his head to greet his brother. "It is an honor! I am Nathaniel Lorenzo of Baal." he slapped his arms across his chest in salute. "Forhive me, brother, but I don't recognize your colors?" EDITED, because I didn't see the last post.
Tsu'had stands shocked for a moment before bursting out with laughter, "Incredible brother, not even Second Captain Pellas is a swift with a blade as you." He gives the Ronin a friendly slap on the back, "I'd be glad to have you at my side in battle anytime."
A smile crept across Zhu's face, and soon the Ronin was holding his familiar warm smile again. As they made their way out of the pit, Zhu addressed Tsu'had, "Nay brother, the honor is mine. I am sure I have a long way to go before I can even match your Captain in battle, let alone best him. We shall share many glories in battle indeed, with your fiery fury with us on the kill-team!" He turns back to the Librarian, "Imperialus Umbra, huh? A fine name indeed for a fine blade! I am sure it has due cause to make many enemies of Man flee from its might."
"I am a Founding of the Salamanders Brother we have a great deal fighting the front of the Iron warriors (his words seemed to slow down at the sight of saying that like he was just broken by those words) But I am here to say hello to the others OOC:http://steamcommunity.com/profiles/76561198012272483/screenshots/ that is my color sceme
Overhearing Valonox say he was a successor of the Salamanders Tsu'had went to greet his cousin. "Good to meet you brother it is always an honor to fight alongside another of Vulkans sons."
Shin Zhu, seeing everyone well and excited for combat, slowly retreats back to his usual corner. He draws his wooden katana, and begin doing a series of simple moves, never moving further than three steps from his original position.