[b][i]A cold, chilly wind bristled through the arena as she entered, an angered look on her face. Ailanna approached, her pale skin and bright red eyes glowing in the sunlight. Her thick black armor made her slow, but her skill in close combat, strength, and durability helped her still. On her back was a massive slug shotgun, and at her waist, a submachine gun with a drum cartridge. In her right hand was a massive, glowing sword, 6'5 feet long. Ailanna stood at 6'1 herself, but she waved the blade around easily. Staring at her opponents, she grinned evilly.[/i][/b] "Who's ready to die first?" [b][i]She said with a calm, almost delighted tone.[/i][/b]