[i]She was waiting.[/i] [i]For the one that called her out, for the one that was hunting her other another's death.[/i] [i]Mother-blam!-ing Sketch.[/i] [u][i]Courtyard A1[/i][/u] [i]Irina was waiting.[/i] [i]As rain poured down upon the Dojo that tragic day, she had been informed that one person in particular had been hunting her after her murder of Hovark, one of the residing dragons within the Dojo. Irina wouldn't kill - she was doing this to embarrass the little shit.[/i] [i]Clad in her dirtied, tattered NCR jacket that had once belonged to Grant, the previous Ranger of the Dojo, the Vileblood stood in the very center of the courtyard, fully armored and exceptionally prepared for a fight. Upon her back, lied a loaded 12-gauge semi-automatic riot shotgun, alongside a mother-blam!-ing .50 MG Anti-Material rifle, meant to literally destroy tanks. Underneath Grant's duster was NCR Ranger Combat Armor, capable of withstanding several shots and blows from weaponry and firearms, the surface of it shining with rainwater. At her side, Irina's infamous Rakuyo was strapped at her waist, the 38' inch long sword blade gleaming brightly in the rain as the 14' inch long dagger, which protruded from the brass hilt, shined as well, the blade serrated for extra carnage. [/i] [i]Her two final weapons consisted of Grant's famous pistol, a relic from his time as a Ranger: "A Light Shining In Darkness", a small pistol with the capacity to practically ignore armor. Ask Asap why. And within the pocket of her coat, hidden away deep within, was the metallic hilt of Bliss' lightsaber, a weapon that Irina had murdered for long, long ago.[/i] [i]Resting upon her head eerily was a New Californian Ranger helmet, the two eye-visor thingies gleaming with an eerie, red light in the pounding rain as she continued to wait for her challenger. [/i] [spoiler]Open for Sketch and Sketch only. You wanted a fight. I'll give you a fight to settle things.[/spoiler]