A man of mystery whom many know nothing about, only recently making his presence known to the world in the form of advisor to "Ais The Flame Of War" his intentions hidden well beneath his cloak. Not one to lie but not one to voice the truth either, a walking paradox. He is alive yet dead, he cherishes Positive Energy yet goes out of way to eradicate it, he detests feeding from the great source of Ais' energy but feasts when the opportunity arises, claims he has no need for power but wields so much of it, Ais frequently question the masked man to no avail all he knows is there is a deep dark energy to him. The masked man does not hide his true nature however unlike Ais. He feeds on the life force energy of others either for necessity or for pleasure is not known. The powers Los possess are subtle, unknown to the naked eye besides his branding power.
Los watched The Flame of War meditate in the dim desert sun walking to him, placing his hand to Ais' back and giving him some Negative Energy to feed on, the boy was exhausted but would fight in this condition it was expected of Ais, his fury knew no bounds it would be his downfall certainly, The King Would Become A Pawn Of His Own Game if this fury was left unchecked. Ais' flames could not damage The Masked Man however, the inner power he held could. The Masked Man could not conclude if he had respected or feared this growing energy in the boy whom on surface level wasn't too much of a threat. In fact his mind boggled on how this boy was indeed as powerful as they say yet had no understanding of his own strength, nor cared to learn!. The masked man wasn't quite sure if that was a good move or waste of a life on Lady Karma's part. That women had ways he did not understand nor would he ever perhaps that Is why they were lovers once, still he longed for her Touch, her voice, the way she would-
He erased the incoming thought focusing on his next move, Solis was mere minutes away Ais in his condition now would be killed, again his rage knew no bounds, yet he was a very capable young man if he could channel the emotion into battle consistently he would be near undefeatable. Pressing on to Solis he began formulating a plan to conquer the run down bar, a place where criminals from different worlds would challenge Ais indefinitely, alas no time for strategy he was approaching quickly. Two men lean against a two seater hover jet conversing amongst themselves about women they've dated, Los would make quick work of them. He stopped in his tracks staring at the bigger one waiting for him to notice, Los knew he would approach because the drunkard would gauge him by body size, how little he knew.
"Una tulloolllll Kayak Tiklek?!?! Asta fino TIKLEK?!" The Solarian language rolled off his tongue effortlessly, a language he learned many years ago while visiting- "Le Fisto! Le Vixa! Le FUUUUUOOOMOOO!" The brute charged placing his right foot in front of the left and rotating his hips to truly throw a knock out hook with the left, to which Los stood still until the very last second weaving left to the outside of his opponent's body, crouching then extending his leg rotating at blinding speed in one motion to perform a sweep kick. Knocking the brute off his feet, he straightened his posture. Looking at the Brute fall still in mid air, Los placed his left hand into his face feeling his nose crack underneath his palm, Los slammed the drunkard into the sand sending it flying around the two "SUBMITTO" The Brutes face began to burn underneath his touch.
