Back Home (//me and Skorak)

[Skorak]

Three men entered the hangar, all of them were armed and they wore practical but worn clothes. From head to toe, they looked like fighters. Experienced and battle hardened. The one in the middle had a smug grin on his face and then left the other two waiting at the door. He walked with that certain elegant swiftness that was akin to cardamine users. Being able to assess any situation quicker than a normal human made them that way.

As he came closer to the young woman's ship one could recognize the patch of The Crimson Cross on his shoulders. Some scar ran over the left side of his face that didn't exactly add to make him look nicer. On his right leg was a gun in a holster and on his belt was combat knife which he also didn't bother to conceal. He looked her over and his grin became a bit bigger as he was sure that she was the woman he was supposed to bring back home.

"Ciao senorita... I halfway expected I'd have come and get you myself. Good for you that you managed to arrive on your own." He said and stopped a couple meters away from her, leaving some distance between them as he was still being careful.