::wakes up a short while into the night. Having changed his mind to staying and resting with the wounded, he is behind the others. Much behind. He grumbles and stands up looking at Nasas at Ragnarok. He then looks onwards down the path. He whispers to himself:: "If I leave now I can catch up by morning and help the others find that dwarf's brother...but I can not, in good concience leaves these two behind...think fool...think..." ::He watches the two men sleeping and smiles suddenly. Quietly he draws his sword and begins to draw strange symbols in the ground at Nasas' feet and then does the same at Ragnarok's feet. Whispering again:: "There you are gentlemen. Now, as you sleep no creature will see you, nor will you be seen when you would rather remain hidden. Just don't let me forget to take it off when I come back." ::sighs and chuckles at himself for speaking to sleeping bodies:: "I guess I should tell myself not to forget, seeing as you two can't hear me. But, enough pleasantries. I simply must be going. Sleep well my friends." ::He begins to walk up the path.::

::Once he is out of sight of the Nasas and Ragnorak, he stops. He pulls off his cloak and folds it up, laying it neatly on the path before him. He then removes the large, metal shoulder plates. Down to his black leather vest, with a set of leather sleeves, he removes the vest and unties the sleeves and lays them with the cap and shoulder armour. He now begins to chant in a deep voice. The fire drains out of his left eye, fading it to black. A strong red light, glows through his skin. The sinews of his muscles can be seen quite clearly. It can now be seen why he removed his armour. As he speaks quicker, his arms and chest and legs begin to grow bigger. He slowly changes from the lean knight, to a muscular warrior. The red glow dims, just barely seen. He continues to chant however, his voice changing from the deep warm pitch to a higher, scratchy voice. The tongue is quick and sharp. The electricity drains from his right eye and a white light can be seen glowing down back. Starting at the base of his neck it follows his spinal cord, down his back to his waist. As it goes down, thinner strands can be seen, breaking off. The white glow seems to follow his nervous system. His body seems to be vibrating, as an afterimage can be seen of his sides, just an inch to the left and right. Drawing Suepse, he undoes the sheath for his sword as well and throws it onto the ground with all his other belongings. Every move he makes seems to be nothing more then an after image. It is all seen yet his body never seems to move. He waves a hand and they all slowly fade away and dissappear.::

::Turning to face the way his other comrades went earlier, he smiles. The eastern sky is slowly begining to lighten up.:: "I will be there by the time the battle begins." ::And with that he takes off after them. He moves so fast, you have to watch the blur of a trail he leaves behind to know where he went.::


"Justice Stands at Hell's Gate."

"Human beings are not meant to be restricted. Our eyes are open to so many things that are wrong. We are taught to dislike anything different, yet we are different."-David Draiman

"I am a sword with a double-edged blade, represented by a scale. I am divine. If you have been wronged, I am the one you must find, because I am blind. At the Adamantine Gates, I make my stand. Take my time-callused hand before I fade to dust. To rightfully deal me, is to be truly Just." - Reave

"A fallen angel banished from heaven, arises into the light to be received by the benevolence of God..."

"Its hard sometimes. I have such a strong sense of right and wrong. Such a belief that Justice is out there somewhere, and that every wrong will be rectified. I like to think of myself as a calm person. When I am things seem to work out perfect. But when I become rash it all blows up in my face. Is it my fault I like to see things work out perfectly? That I want to be that medieval hero I dream of, that makes the world a better place in the end?" - The Man Behind The Dark Knight

I am the Dark Knight of Hell, Reave the Just.

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