The Arbitrator's boots can be heard clanking as he marches down the hive city's decaying, polluted streets, his distinctive black armor gleaming in the light, making it appear almost silvery. His combat shotgun is firmly gripped in his hands, stained with the blood of transgressors, and a tattered black cape trails from his back while handcuffs hang from his belt. He comes to a stop near you, standing at the ready as he glares at you.