[i]The silent woman only turned towards Sketch slowly, as she stood eerily still and quietly, red light gleaming in the thundering rain. Her hands were free of weaponry, although she knew she'd be in combat soon. Still - Irina would take her time. She was a cruel and extraordinarily edgy -blam!-, so she wanted to see just how he'd react to her comments.[/i] "No inspiring speech, Sketchy? No threatening words fueled by hatred, no famous one-liners pulled from some low-budget movie? I'm genuinely surprised. I thought you'd get all emotional and go on a rampage because of that damn dragon: he put up a good fight. Least, until I "pumped him up-" [i]Irina laughed at her own pun.[/i] "With five shotgun rounds and a darksaber. Ah...And I'm not even getting something for it. The body? It's going to some contacts, some of the higher bidders at the moment. Shame. I guess it'll be a closed funeral, then?"