[i]Her foe in general was indeed a female, robed in a light purple jacket as she turned back to face the leaping Traci. Only, she raised her shortsword, catching Traci's weapon with the weapon's curved hilt, as she met her face-to-face. Her face was angular, in an intellectually sharp manner, with beaming brown eyes and curly red hair. Only, those eyes were filled with a manic insanity: this woman wasn't right in the head.[/i] "Hello there," [i]She smirked, before she brought her left hand back - within it, was a dagger, aimed for Traci's stomach.[/i]