[i]While the Deity was being a little bitch just like Pants, someone made their way into the courtyard as the Deity not getting his daily ass-whooping. This one was here to fix that. The feminine figure stood at six foot three, her body slim yet athletic. She was armored in a lightweight suit of ceramic plating, carbon fiber underneath and covering the joints of the armor, while light hardlight shields covered the armor completely. The helmet that the woman wore was steel and decorated with symbols, almost crow-like, with the woman's light blonde hair draping out of the back of the helm. Hanging at the woman's side was a decorated brass sheath for a sword, while the decorated hilt of the weapon protruded from the sheath. A serrated knife protruded from the end of the handle, as if it was a secondary weapon of some sort. Sheathed onto her back was a curved katana blade, while the hilt of a lightsaber hung at her belt. It seemed to have been taken of the body of one, long ago. Her final weapon was a decorated flintlock pistol, which hung onto her back tightly. The woman only stared at the Deity, silent and calm. She was ready to lunge. To kill. It had been such a long time since she had gotten this feeling, after all.[/i]