[i]A knight approached the two and the area they were training in. His leather boots gently thumped over the stones that made the pavement of the courtyard, though the light thumping was accompanied by some equally light clanking, from the armour and equipment he had with him. Octavia might have recognized him. Remy. His face was obscured by a gilded sugar loaf helmet, complete with visor, though it was currently down, yet his ocean blue eyes were visible, albeit barely. Basically, just the standard Warden helmet. He had two crosses engraved into it, on the visor, right where his cheeks would be -- like the cross Jesus Christ was nailed onto. On top of the crosses, it also had paint, in the forms of gashes, black to crimson red to black and repeat, forming three "cuts" with the crimson red. As for his armour, it almost looked a bit haphazard. A chain mail "shirt" that covered his arms and torso, with a leather tunic over it. On the chain mail and the leather were parts of steel, giving the knight a decent bit of protection. As for his legs, he had thick leather pants and boots with more steel plating, though he had cloth hanging from his middle, four "flaps" in total, and they all held the same paintjob as his helmet: three crimson red gashes with black surrounding it. In Remy's left hand, as if it was a sheath, he had a greatsword, the weapon a total of five feet in length, and currently held horizontally, though that quickly changed as he took it in his right hand, flat side resting on the right shoulder. As for other weapons, he had five, four inch long throwing knives on his left hip, all of them with nasty, serrated edges. On top of the throwing knives, he also had a short sword sheathed on his right, the weapon a total of twenty-five inches long. For now, the man remained quiet, merely spectating from a good seven feet away.[/i]