[i]And from there, Natalie could find a seemingly familiar face.[/i] "Just. My. Luck." [i]Isabella Trayven had studied the bush after it had rustled with a sudden birth of activity, the taller woman (tall was an understatement, really) turning her head towards the bush as it shook. She was adorned tightly within her own set of blackened steel armor. The darker glare of the apparel was mostly for cosmetic appearances, though it was still durable, bounded upon her body in a certainly large quantity. She would only wield two weapons, upon her being: a war axe, with a single, curved head. The war axe's edge was slanted, for a more effective slicing capacity, while a leather tie kept the weapon slung to her hip. Alongside that was a needle of a dagger - a stiletto, kept in a small sheath. [/i] [i]Isabella didn't waste any time, allowing the axe to leave it's sheath and slide into her right hand. She would approach the bush with a composed, yet seemingly furious manner, as if she was truly fueled by inner anger. Whatever the case may have been, Natalie still had the option of taking her chances with the Trayven and revealing herself as a friend, from the night before.[/i]