Raven stopped as he reached the back door. He grabbed the sword in his hand and took a deep breath. Outside he saw a man wearing a mask. His saber curved as the sunlight reflected off it. Raven didn't want to admit it, but sunlight reflected off the man and the way he dressed made him almost look holy. Despite what he came to do, an air of innocence radiated off him.
Raven clicked his tongue. A couple of his men stayed back to defend his retreat and he didn't know how long they would last. Raven walked forward with his men. He was not the best warrior alive and heard from Chirs the almost animalistic instincts the man before him had. Pressing down on the symbol of Sol on his chest plate he silently prayed before fighting.
