[i]The doors that lead into the Dojo then began to suddenly creak loudly as the incoming woman made her way to them, before each massive door slowly began to open up, the inside of the place of combat being revealed. Yet, alongside another figure - one that had sensed Luana's very presence. [/i] [i]To start off, the girl was similar to Luana - standing at a height of five foot six, with a scrawny, thin appearance, she seemed no older than eighteen, her facial features hidden away by a white hood cast upon her head. Bleach white and ruby red robes engulfed her thin body tightly, draping down to her kneecaps as black combat boots served as footwear for the girl, tight wool gloves hiding away her thin hands. [/i] [i]Resting upon her blade was a claymore-styled sword, with a golden handkerchief wrapped with black leather and a gleaming blade of steel, while a small short sword hung at her waist. She appeared to have no firearms in general, and indeed she did not; the girl in general just wasn't a gun person, due to her "condition".[/i] [i]As Luana approached evermore, the girl clad in white robes began to make her way towards the newcomer as well, her thin, scrawny hands being stuffed into her robe's deep pockets as she took every footstep surprisingly carefully, beginning to get closer and closer to the woman who had just arrived at the Dojo. She, personally, didn't know who this woman was or what she wanted, but the pure aura of magic...it drew the girl like a moth would be drawn to a flame lit in the darkness of a night, and that was just the girl's nature...[/i] [i]Either way, the girl was slowly getting closer and closer, and Luana would have to decide on what to do; to attempt peace and socialize with the girl, or to combat her, and attempt to defeat her in combat?[/i]