*he pulls out his katana. It has a black handle with a scarlet red blade. "If that is what it takes."

[i]A small chuckle is heard. Not an antagonizing or arrogant one, but one of simple enjoyment. [/i] I've been here a long, long time. I see you use a blade. I still have not decided on whether or not I should be the one to fight you, young one. What is your name? if you don't mind me asking.

*he smirks* Sean. And you? [spoiler]i gotta sleep[/spoiler]

[spoiler]Ok. I'll fight tomorrow when I can. School and shite. [/spoiler] Call me Duskwalker. I have a real name, but not many know it. [i]The fog clears, to reveal me. A man who looks young, with eyes that seem centuries old. I have a revolver at my side, on my back rests a sword of my own. A knive's sheathe rests on my other leg. I am wearing simple blue jeans and a T-Shirt with a hoodie, and some form of soft body armor under the hoodie. I have medium-length black hair and black eyes, and a stubble of a beard beginning to show. I am tall and slender, yet muscular. Running from the top right of my fave to the bottom left are three deep scars that look like clawmarks, and on my left cheek I have a severe burn wound scar. I am a grizzled veteran. [/i] You make the first move.

"What's your fighting style blade, gun, magic?" He asks

Little bit of everything... [i]I let my hand fall to my side, drawing my revolver, pulling the hammer back. The satisfying click of the round chambering echoing throughout the area. [/i] You. First.