*[b]BLAM[/b]!* "Settle. Down. [i]Now[/i]." [i]A particularly furious voice, feminine in nature yet, would be the only noise heard before one of the brawler's bodies collapsed to the ground, his insides splattered and crushed into what could only be described as a mush of disgusting combination of gore and the components of the stomach, his backbone shattered as his hand feebly reached for the small pistol of which he had dropped. Clenched within her right hand was.. a particularly massive sidearm: it couldn't even be classified as a sidearm, though it was seemingly shaped in that form, with a leather-bound grip and a short, smoking barrel.[/i] [i]The woman whom had silenced the brawl.. wasn't much compared to the contestants within the fight. She was shorter than most of the men, yet at a typically average height of maybe five feet and eight or nine inches. Yet her entire body was encased within the dark cell of ceramite armor: carbon black in color with a dull edge, fabrics of red and golden cloth in origin hung like something of a short cape from her back, a hood accompanying it as well. The full-body power armor was incredibly futuristic in design, and completed by the knightly helmet of which adorned her head, a golden fleur de lys centered right in the forehead. She certainly drew attention to herself.[/i] [i]As she studied the room, she was.. silent, yet furiously tense. She expected guns to be drawn. Shots to be fired at her. Something incredibly horrid - or perhaps it would settle down, if she was lucky.[/i] [i]Though even Victoria knew that things never went to plan.[/i]