"Jesus Christ, what the fućk is up with all these goddamn furries?... Oh, wait. Fućk. You can't even hear me." [b]A woman had seemingly appeared in front of Sapphire, clad in some sort of jet-black combat suit. Twin Desert Eagles sat on her hips, and a rifle of sorts on her back, as well as two swords. Her skin was unnaturally pale, and a few scars adorned her face, the most notable of which ran from the top of her left cheek down to her jaw. Her long hair was a deep crimson, and her eyes were the exact same shade. She appeared to be in her very early thirties at the latest. Many would consider her beautiful were it not for the look of malice in her eyes.[/b]