[b]The hunter blew a strand of brown hair out of the one eye that wasn't covered by the face mask upon her head. Then, her voice echoed out over the halls. Surprisingly British. [/b] So... I assume you don't have that spear for no reason. [b]The hand around the scythe grew tighter, the leather making an uncomfortable noise. She commented on the helmet.[/b] Lion's pride, huh?