Appearing from the Mist

[Nyu]

*Enter*

The Achilles of the Hidden Mist was back in his home village. He had been away for a moment for training purposes. However, now he was back the place that he called home. He cracked his neck and walked down the street. Busy as always but he wondered what new faces he would see or that would question his appearance.

[Moon]

"You."

A finger casually pointed from atop a storefront. It was connected to a hand, an arm, yes, even an entire body - from his position ten meters away, this body eyed the unknown Achilles with sudden interest. The body moved then, stepping off the roof edge and impacting the ground lightly, silent despite its bulk, it stared at what it thought a blue-eyed girl whose presence seemed to chill the air, sniffing, taking measured steps towards her to cut their distance down to six meters at the end of his stride. He smiled wide, though it did not necessarily communicate happiness.

"I am Gotama. Who are you? You seem strong."

He cocked his head to the side taking in the stranger but otherwise stood perfectly still, his eyes appraising her form and manner, her...his...scent...Strange. Was she some sort of shifter? They occasionally had androgynous appearances to reflect their biological lack of gender, but he could not be certain yet. Not without action. His voice rang out again.

"Fight me, right now. Or. I am going to kill you and take all of your stuff."

He lied, smiling even wider, sweetly, waiting. Only the blade of the Chosen One, Dragon Spat Angrily, and his sister's gift-blade were at his back, though his opponent appeared to be completely unarmed.