"...Bravo, cowboy." [i]A light feminine voice spoke out from the crowd, seeming to have escaped the mouth of a girl, who sounded as if she was only eighteen. The girl stood at six foot six, her body hidden away by a rather heavy looking suit of golden and carbon fiber armor, with titanium plating underneath the metals covering it, while hardlight shields covered the suit of knightly armor. The helm was in the woman's armored hand, or gauntlet, shaped like the growling face of a hungering lion, the metallic teeth shining brightly in the sunlight that fine day as a long dark red plume protruded from the back of the helmet. Bright red rubies adorned the chest piece of the girls armor, depicting that wherever she was from...she had to be somewhat wealthy, or had some good friends. The girl herself was, to say the least, looking as if she didn't belong there at all. She did in fact look eighteen, with smooth tan skin, high, slightly shallow cheekbones, and a wild grin of apparent joy, her electric yellow eyes staring right at the victor of the showdown. Long, wavy red hair fell from her head and onto her shoulders, shining just as brightly as her armor in the light of the blazing sun. [/i] [i]Strapped to the girl's back was a seven foot nine foot long steel and golden spear, the end of the weapon having a crossguard, while the tip was a shining metal, electricity lightly flickering off of its tip. At the woman's waist were two .44 Magnum revolvers, their gunmetal grey painting dull yet only slightly gleaming, the name "Bonnie" on the barrel of the left while the name "Clyde" was on the barrel of the right revolver.[/i] [i]The girl donned the armor and weapon the Dragonslayer Ornstein, while she had the facial features of the Blue Flame Nora. In short, it was Olivia. The proud daughter of the knight and the pyromaniac. [/i] "...Seriously though. Nice."