Ash
Ash always seeks to become cinder. Cinder always seeks to become fire. Fire always seeks to burn. When the fire burns, it shall spread and consume all within it's wake. When the fire dies, there shall only be ash.
No matter where Ash went now, there was always something going on. It was just how the world was now. It had, in a literal sense, all gone to hell. Ash couldn't recall, but he knew that he had once lived in a time and a place where he was once happy. 'Happy?' What did it mean to be happy anymore? What did it mean to feel anymore? What could he feel now, other than heat? Could a sword make him feel something? No. Could a knife make him feel something? No. Could poison make him feel something? No. Not even the cool touch of a human hand could work anymore, this was his life now. This was who he had become.
But reflecting upon something that wasn't there could lead one to being open. That wasn't going to happen, not for Ash. He had to focus on what was before him now. Those creatures, The Legion people called them, were the ones behind the attack he saw now. Terrible, simply awful! Though Ash was no longer human himself, he could never associate himself with such foul creatures. It looked as though trouble was about to head his way, that was fine. He was used to it by now, really. Encountering trouble or danger. Little could be done about it, someone had to be there to help the people. Somewhere within Ash's body, a small little thing cried out for him to still keep trying. He would try, no matter how long it would take him.
His left hand reached over to his back where his shield rested, taking hold of it and slipping it off to place it over his left hand. He had to remind himself now to be careful with this shield, it wasn't like he had a problem with it's weight or anything, it was more that it wasn't bound to him like his armor was. If the shield broke, his newfound body would be unable to repair it. He would feel bad if he had to keep going through shields like a reckless novice, but for now, the shield had it's job to do and he would use it as well as the person who finely crafted it!
His right hand reached over to his back as well, but grabbed a different part of it. With the shield within his left hand now, his grip became firm on the handle of his sword and drew out the rather large blade from it's rest. Besides his armor, it was the only thing that had become bound to him. Though a rather large sword to hold within one hand, Ash had grown used to using it with one hand rather than always relying on both to do the job. This wasn't the time nor the place to be reckless, it would take careful consideration on his end. He had something to prove, after all. To himself, to others and to the world itself.
It was time for Ash to make his mark!