[spoiler]Evil bitch time.[/spoiler] [i]Within the courtyard stood a six foot three inch tall woman, who from the looks of it, was firing at a set of humanoid targets and practicing just how well her aim truly was. The woman seemed athletically thin, her face strikingly pale, almost vampiric. Her cheekbones were high, yet somewhat shallow, while her chin was sharp, yet it wasn't pointed. The woman's exquisitely platinum blonde hair was tied back in a long ponytail behind her, while a black leather tricorne hat sat upon her head, a pure why'd pigeon feather dimly protruding from the back. Cold, crystal blue irises were present within the woman's eyes, each aiming towards one of the targets as she raised a gloved hand, the gauntlet tightened by metal buttons. The right arm that she raised held a stylish flintlock pistol, and the woman simply pulled the trigger as a loud *BOOM!* sounded suddenly, although no smoke was caused by the pistol firing. The .44 Magnum sized round ball slammed into the target's center, right in the middle, ripping through straw with relative ease. The pale woman grinned at the sight of the shot tearing through her intended target, evident as she reloaded her pistol and holstered it at her side, beside her tight belt that wrapped around her dark leather long coat, with a bloodstained shirt with a little handkerchief thingy protruding from the neckpiece. She had style, it seemed. The pants she wore were brown leggings, her boots covered in mud and laced up rather tightly. A stylish cape fluttered from a slight shoulder pad on her left elbow, although it had gone completely still for a moment. Hanging at the woman's side was a sheath to a particularly large sword, the blade hidden away by the sheath itself, though the grip protruding out of it. Protruding out of the grip itself was a serrated knife-like dagger, and it seemed to be stuck onto the grip of the weapon that was at her side. The woman turned to face Alyssa, and for a moment, she showed a look of interest, almost curiosity-before immediately flashing a grin at the young mage and waving at her with her gloved hand. [/i]