The man was Estallo, Lyov was certain of it. He couldn't see the blades in the dim light, but there was one way to be sure, and Lyov was not one to take a roundabout approach. The mercenary stepped out of the shadows, showing himself to the man. "Are you Estallo?" he asked bluntly.
Lyov was not a tall man, but he was muscular, especially through the arms and shoulders, no doubt the result of swinging the heavy warhammer he carried on one shoulder. His dark hair was close-cropped, and he bore a scar along the left side of his face.
Estallo remained quiet for a couple of moments as he examined the man who came out, noting the weapon on his back and finally coming to a stop on his scar. Estallo placed his hand on the katana to his left and flicked it out of its scabbard slightly.
This action ultimately confirmed Lyov's suspicions. Though slight he caught a glimmer of the weapons blade, ruby red in color. Estallo flicked the hair from in front of his face and narrowed his eyes.
"If you're looking for more of them to match that, I am." He deadpanned, readying himself.