I was taking my shift this night in the Human Grounds. I thought to myself "Humans are such a docile race, though not of their own accord. To be expected to fight toe to toe against demons and angels is suicide." As I was finishing my thought, I notice the two energies were cut of and killed and headed to the point. As I reached the point, with Raijin drawn, I noticed a man standing there with a blade. "I hope you have a REALLY good reason why those two men are dead with no weapons drawn." I say as what seemed to be armor made of wind started to pick up.