A scuff was heard, a footstep, followed by some chick behind him yelling something like a little kid. "THAT WAS TOTALLY WICKED!" Rose threw her hands up then, exclaiming it into the dust, her face masked by goggles and a bandanna, keeping her safe from the sandstorm. The girl had a shield on her back, a revolver on her right thigh, and a gladius in a sheath on her back. Black, scuffed armor was worn over her body, in vital areas and the like, not too heavy, not too light. Her short cut hair was kicked up by the wind, giving her a wild look, and even though in all the gear, she looked boyish, she was definitely feminine.