[i]Those enticingly perfected, yet so light footsteps, a sound that the Executioner wasn't used to at all, would draw her in like a hound catching a familiar scent, although she would not have to search as far as a hound would, for the newcomer had arrived straightforward at the previous place of worship.[/i] [i]Her masked head, drenched in as much blood as her head, neck, and upper chest, though it was to compare her coating of gore of her upper body to the mess that she stepped upon and the stains upon her great hammer, would simply twist and turn to her right so that her gaze would then be set upon the beauty that entered. The foreign creature had brought something of a wide, curious grin to the Executioner's bloodied face: pearly white teeth and light pink lips broke through the covers of gore, as she would bow her head towards Eredrin with a cute giggle.[/i] "Hahaha, thank you! These people weren't very good people. Well.. I don't think that they were, but it doesn't matter now: they're all gone, every last one." [i]She said all of that with a soon widening grin, as her little chubby hands, her gilded gauntlets and vambraces straining to keep bounded around her arms, would then reach for the massive hammer that she wielded into battle, only for her to bring the weapon's gigantic hammer down so that she could push herself upwards. The woman visually struggled with this, her face straining a little before she lifted her being to her feet, bringing herself up to a straightened being as she stood. She sighed in a relieved manner, happy that she could stand up as she kept smiling at Eredrin in that continuously joyful manner.[/i] [i]Joyful, after stamping a church into gory paste..[/i] "So.. this is my place, I suppose. My little church, that I.. guard! Hmm, but I [i]need[/i] something to guard. Or someone.. hmm, hmm."