[i]In the midst of the gunfire and dust of the Lenny War, a lone figure strolled into the courtyard. Their footsteps were silent, and their walk was more of a glide than anything. They wore a black cloak, and a black suit, their gender unable to be discerned. A hood pulled over their head, and a mask pulled up to reveal only her stormy, dark gray eyes, the figure stopped in the middle of the courtyard. On their back was a longsword, in its black sheathe. The sheathe was five five, and just as sharp as any sword. The figure drew the sheathed longsword from her back, keeping it in its deadly casing. The longsword's sheathe was only two inches shorter than the figure, however they were able to hold it surprisingly easily. The figure's black boots were firmly planted into the ground, and they waited for whoever would test them.[/i] open, just want a tester