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Sutii was sipping his G&T as Damrius sat down. When his glas was returned to the table and liquid was swallowed, a nig smile came on Sutii's face. "Hey Damrius, how's it going? Taking care of yourself since our last match?" he said pleasently. "This is Spiko Sortana." he said, intorducing Spiko to the other man. "An excellent fighter with a lot of room for growth. Spiko, this is Damrius, a friend of mine. A powerful elementalist, one of the stronger ones I've faced. Also a good man." he said confidently. "Can I get you a drink, Dam?"

Damrius held out his right hand, ready to shake Spiko's. If he were going to.

It's been good Sutii. nowhere nearly as exciting as i thought though. And I'll pass on the drink, thank you though. And Spiko, it's plesent to meet you.

Damrius finally turned towards Spiko, his expression hidden by the sunglasses. His face had a few scars running down it, and he didn't care to make them move through facial expressions.

With the introduction, Spiko gave the man a simple nod of hello. "Same here, and an elementalist huh? Never thought I would meet one... but I have heard stories of some." It might have sound crazy, but back in Spiko's land there was no such thing as an elementalist.. only fables and legends, so when he found out the man who was sitting a mere foot or so away was one, he was drawn back but quick to hide it. In truth, he felt honored to be in the same room as him.... if if the tales were true that is. "So, I guess you fight at the arena too?" On the outside, Spiko looked calm but on the inside he didn't know what to think... not seeing the eyes of another put him in a awkward and drawn back state.
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"Well, from what I've heard it that you guy's are immortal, and it is said that you guys harness the power equal to the Harma Oak... which is almost infinite." He laughed a bit, why he spook of the the very trees which gave him his power to people across the planet was a little odd, well to him anyways. "If you don't know what I'm talking about... don't worry not many people know of the Harma Clan, but anyways all and all you guys are only legends to my people, so in truth I was thrown back to actually be talking to one." when Damrius smiled, it relaxed Spiko a bit as he then rested his arms on the table revealing a bit of his wooden arm, which he quickly hid from him. He didn't want to look like a freak in front of a person who was regarded as demi-gods, but what Spiko didn't know is the changing of stories which came from them traveling over half the world.
((Crap.. gtg cya!))

"And I hope you learned your lesson," the Red Ranger says before flying off. Yeah, this was completely different from your usual power ranger. No getting into the megazord and using the final attack. Just a pat on the back and he was off.

The door to the bar would be opened and a lone figure dressed in black would enter the establishment. The door would then close slowly, seemingly untouched by the figure. The figure's eyes were hidden by silvery-white hair and shadow, preventing them from being seen. The long coat just barely avoided hitting the ground when the man walked. He was tall, about 6'2", and lean. He didn't look like he could put up much of a fight against anyone who'd ever weight trained in their life. Black gloves with small white skulls on them would be apparent on his hands, as well as thick black boots on his feet and a black banded shirt. He wore a glowing red pendant on his neck as he approached the group of three men.

While Spiko and Sutiiven wouldn't recognize the man, Damrius certainly would. And even if the other two didn't know who he was, they'd still be able to feel his presence near them as they might feel a shiver run from their necks down their legs to their shadows, and sense that there was some great power idling nearby...

I see that you have...returned...Damrius...

As the man spoke, his eyes would become apparent under his hair, their color now seen to be a dark red, almost blood red, and that they seemed to glow with an unseen power. The man's mouth was pulled into an almost imperceptible smirk, the kind that only showed at the extreme corner of one's mouth, and his left canine could be seen peeking, just barely, under his upper lip. The man would take a seat near the men, and address Damrius again without a word of hello to the others... Not out of rudeness, he just didn't believe them to be worth his time or effort. This was typical for this man, as Damrius would know. The man's voice, demeanor, and even his presence seemed to exude darkness, but was it evil darkness...?

Such a short time, and yet you've aged considerably... Energy vortexes are strange things indeed...