This one had a distinctly different aura than the first man; less flamboyant, more direct. Her speech was oddly formal, but that was secondary to the weapon she pulled within moments of reacting to his presence -- Susano'o's flared around him immediately, the chakra drain of maintaining even just the ribs a deep, echoing pain.

He gritted his teeth through it, standing to glare up at the figure in the rigging.

"What do you expect me to say? I didn't choose to appear here."