The air barely vibrated, even miles away from the stadium suspended in air, voices being reduced to whispers at the outer rim of Vale.
A young man, whole body encased in standard issue armor and garb, everything but the mouth, nose and chin not covered. Designed to look intimidating, less human and more like another reason to follow the rules.
No one was around though, no civvie's to stare at him while they went about their business. He was alone, and eyes peering through the visor at the airships floating about the giant mass of metal and machinery in the sky.
The morning air was cool, and rested onto any exposed skin, small bumps forming as the hair follicles themselves were shivering.
The soldier, or guard more like it, slouched against the outer wall, rifle sat next to him on the edge. His breath created small spouts of condensed moisture, every now and again bring balled hands up to exhale on.
Recruitment ads were displayed on some virtual signs and even some posters pasted to walls. Tall, imposing men with chiseled jaws and abs that looked more like two boulders taped to their rib-cage. All of them standing over piles of dead Grimm, sometimes arresting White Fang.
The guard's eyes were vacant, his jaw and lips hanging open half an inch or so. His shoulders were perpetually shrugged up, arms wrapping around his torso, stuffing two articulated gauntlets into his armpits. His form slightly quivered.