"Put your sword away, sweetheart. We have plenty of time, for we are disguised.. But there, is our prey." [i]Charla whispered, pointing across the arena at a crowd of what appeared to have been a Tribulation group. And in the center, a robed woman within a snow white shawl. She was tall and fair, yet muscular too, with her short ruby hair glistening in the sunlight.[/i] "She will die. By your hand, by my hand, or another's.."