"He did-" [i]Irina suddenly jolted to her right as Treyman suddenly attacked, her feet sliding across the marble floor as she skidded and halted. Her eyes locked into him once more, while she drew her favored weapon, her Rakuyo. A five foot six foot long straight katana, and while the blade was four foot one itself, it was still a rather long weapon. A serrated dagger protruded from the brass handle that Irina's gloved fingers wrapped themselves around. Her left hand's fingers found themselves on her Evelyn, the flintlock pistol she was notorious for. She drew it and aimed straight towards Treyman's hand, waiting for him to draw while she paced around him.[/i] "-Honestly, I like both. A tongue prosthetic could help in the future. Don't know how, but..it could."