[i]Walking down the street that particular night was a feminine figure, her face hidden by an olive green hood, the fabric seeming quite expensive and lined with gold. The woman's outfit was quite exquisite, consisting of a dark green vest, a pair of tight black pants with ceramic leggings, a steel gauntlet for her right hand and a thin leather glove for her right. The woman's cloak trailed behind her, attached to her hood and waving in the night's breeze. At her side, a rapier waited in its sheath, silently gleaming in the moonlight's very presence. The woman also had a katar wrapped around her side, the blades sharpened to the maximum. She silently looked up at the Hoonter of Hoonters, before speaking with a quiet, frail voice.[/i] "...You are...a Hunter?"