IC: The black figure falls suddenly, faster than the people's eyes can follow. A moment later he stands before Pierce, a noticeable dent in the floor beneath them. He crosses the distance between them until he is about a foot away from the detective.
The figure is a man, or something that looks like one. Two white eyes, glowing like searchlights, sweep over Pierce and the agents briefly. A pair of horns poke from the top of his head, curving slightly inward. A red scarf hangs around his neck, still swishing slightly from his movements.
And in one hand, held toward the ground, a black spear rests in the man's grasp.
"You. You have the appearance of lawgivers on this earth."
The dark man's voice is calm, an odd, sibilant quality to it. It seems somehow....different, from a normal being's. In case anything about the figure's appearance made them look normal.
"Are you such?"