A figure can be seen standing outside the gates of the Dojo. Her face is riddled with scars and burn marks, partly obscured by razor-thin, high blond hair which swirls like a whirlpool and points reminiscent of a thorn or needle. Her eyes glow a dark amber, twitching as she walks forward to the gates, carrying a rugged leather satchel over her glimmering steel armor plating, accompanying her hourglass figure perfectly. From the satchel protrudes a large yellow sword, the shade of her eyes, with an electric transmitter over the taped, brown and rugged hilt. On her belt is a large onyx handgun trimmed with gold, the barrel containing six- edged silver bullets which shreds into shrapnel upon entering a man, killing him instantly; also there is the hilt of a hard light knife that flicks on and off, glowing a light blue, throwing knives, smoke pellets and an assortment of grenades, ranging from fragmentation to electromagnetic pulse. Following her is a robotic structure. It is painted black like the night sky, wearing the head of a dead ram over it's metal lobe, two red eyes peering out. Where legs would be is a turbine which keeps it hovering in air, and to supplement arms are two flaming swords, the fire dancing across the metal never ceasing. The two march to the gates (as much as a hovering robot can march) to the front of the gates, the female looking to the sky. "I demand to face a Lieutenant!" [spoiler]Open to Lieutenants[/spoiler]