Guy suddenly awoke, hearing what he thought was Japanese, he stood up and grabbed his spear and his knife from xolou's armor. 
"he's here? There is no way" he said as he trailed off into the night. He hoped to find the man who ruined his life by killing his mother. He remembered the man well, as he let him live, hoping he would be able to come back and take him on in an fair fight. He dreaded that man much but knew he would get revenge. The memory of the large, yet thin sword the man used was burnt into his mind like a branding of a cow. If he heard correctly he had found the man, only he only knew it was Japanese. He wasn't thinking of that as he was currently burning with rage, rage that was now amplified by his heavy drinking, it was as if it burned an aura around him. Untill he snapped out of it as he bumped into a large plated figure and fell to the ground.