[i]"As far as executions go, that was a pretty bold one. Making the Trayvens known as the police... Well, we'll have our hands full." Natalie walked beside Isabella, though her silent footsteps made it so that the purple haired woman would have a near impossible time trying to discern when she joined her. There was a casual smirk on Nat's perpetually smug demeanour - one that masked disgust for the criminals and a slight bit for Isabella's cruelty, but she didn't hold it against the woman. Unusually, the Lion-Knight was wearing a set of armour for the occasion, a badge to show her status in the army. She had a pair of deep purple leggings on, with some black lace-up boots and a shirt that matched her pants, both skin tight. The Trayven part of it was in her chestplate and belt, both steely silver and with the golden lion's head engraved on the front. Her sword rested at her hip in a black sheath, though her stance didn't indicate she wished to draw. "I guess that means work will pick up soon though, doesn't it?" [/i]