“Even if I am alone, night will come. And every night is followed by dawn… A mere star that will fade cannot hope to best the light of the rising sun. Be prepared: for today, a Star of the City shall be gone.” Brandishing her golden guandao, the red eyes of the woman dressed for war burned as brightly as the flames around her, her entire body now clad in heavy, oriental armor, yet she moved with such grace and determination that it looked as if it was weightless.