[spoiler]Well...here goes nothing.[/spoiler] [i]The Vileblood Huntress truly couldn't comprehend how she had gotten so lucky in a situation that wasn't going in her favor. Stowing the Rakuyo away silently, Irina only grinned towards Lothran, a sick glint in her eyes as she began approaching, her boots bloodied and covered in mud. She only stared at Lothran, stopping when she was about three feet away from the amnesiac man. She didn't understand at all, but...it didn't matter. Lothran belonged to her now, that was for sure. He was simply a husk, with the weapons of a truly dangerous man. Irina didn't bother to kill him. She wanted to change him, manipulate him. This Hunter of Hunters...would serve her. She kept up her sickening grin, her pale blue eyes staring at Lothran's face casually. She raised a gloved hand to shake the Hunter's hand. Irina was an extremely manipulative person, so she had to act as if she actually cared for him.[/i]