[i][url=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/a2/d1/40/a2d140659987991e89178a55e7dae351.jpg]The heroine approached.[/url][/i] [i]As dark grey ash and the smell of burning flesh flew through the orange skies of Tatakai, smoke bellowing from the cities and buildings below - a solitary figurine made her way throughout the Dojo - a samurai of old, her previously royal blue garb stained with black ash and soot. Each footstep she took was a representative of her silent, unwavering power. A steel piece hid away the lower half of her face, although her dark blue eyes continued to stare out into the abyss of destruction - and eventually, her pupils found themselves upon Ian's body.[/i] [i]Upon the warrior's side was an o katana, the futuristic 38' inch long Damascus steel sword covered in blood and bits of ash, although the metal blade faintly gleamed in the smoke. The hilt belonging to another sword rested at her side, strapped to her waist by a leather strap tightly. And completing her set of weaponry was a simple wooden shortbow, as a quiver of fifteen arrows was strapped to her back. [/i] [u]"Murderer. Fiend."[/u] [i]She muttered, stopping as she was about six feet away from Ian's body. Oddly enough, the invading Dread and the metallic beings that were brought upon the Dojo by Althreath seemingly ignored her, as if she was an invader herself.[/i] [u]"Up with you. At least face your death with some honor."[/u]