[i][u]The New Dragonslayer's Arrival Dojoville, 11:35 AM Olivia, Daughter of Ornstein and Nora[/u][/i] [i]...It was silent. The usually bristling streets of Dojoville were not empty. But they were silent, for the people that were on the street that dreadful morning were all dead. Sliced to bits, cut in half, their blood oozed from their bodies still, and onto the sidewalks and concrete street under them. Among the dead, a body belonging to an elderly man shuffled only slightly, and a small boy crawled out from under the body, his once fine clothing caked in blood and gore as he slowly crawled away from the gristly scene of death. His lemon-blonde hair was messy and stained with the dark red liquid, his once pale, smooth face covered in blood as well. The boy, who was no more than ten, clutched his stomach after crawling away, letting out gasps of pain as he touched the wound that had been inflicted upon him. The woman had nearly sliced right through him, blood dripping from his sliced open flesh. He would never forget that face - that grin of absolute evil as she murdered so many...why? Why would someone do this? The child didn't understand. All he knew was that he was going to die, he couldn't stop that. And yet, when he laid down his head and looked to his left, he saw a figure in the distance, the golden armor gleaming brightly as they approached, shaking their head in disgust before leaning down next to the child, the growling lion helm that hid their head staring eerily into his light blue eyes. Before the boy blacked out, the figure took his hand softly with a golden gauntlet, still looking at the child as he closed his eyes. [/i] "...W-Why..." [i]A single word spoken by a light, feminine voice escaped the golden lion helmet after the boy's head slumped over, his breath shallow and low. A bright red plume escaped the back of the helm, bright red rubies decorated the knightess's chestplate. She stood at a somewhat surprising height, standing at 6'6 feet tall and seeming somewhat muscular. A long, golden spear was sheathed in the knightess's back, electricity flickering on its metal tip for a moment or two. Alongside that was a 5'4 foot long straight sword attached to her waist, and alongside that, two .44 Magnum revolvers, the weapons locked and loaded at the moment. Slung into her back was a rather large slug-firing shotgun, highly futuristic and looking as if it could tear through metal with relative ease. Hardlight shielding covered the woman's golden armor, which consisted of ceramic plating and pure gold, although there was probably more under the armor currently shown. Her right gauntlet had an additional modification to it: a blade waited right under her wrist, probably to be used as some sort of device used in close quarter combat. Her final weapon was a simple pointed stiletto, the blade shined and the tip sharpened to the maximum. [/i] [i]Still holding the young boy's skinny, pale hand, the nameless figure rose up from the ground, picking the boy up as she stood to her full height. Holding the bleeding child as if he was her own, she turned her attention to the massive structure in the distance. The Dojo. Perhaps...Perhaps they could help the child? It was worth a try, plus...she had come here for a reason. Making her way through the gore and blood, the knightess walked towards the Dojo, with the intent of saving his young life. ((Open.))[/i]