Dripping in crimson, she strides through no man's lands after the battle—She walks through the mud, her body stained with blood, a mix of armor and exposed flesh. Dark gloves and tall boots cover her arms and legs, while only a few cloth strips hang at her waist, offering little concealment. Her helmet hides her face, with a thin halo-like ring above, as she grips a sword in one hand and a pistol in the other, a striking figure of beauty and violence.

"You! By Gods word, are you A trench pilgrim or with new Antioch?" she commands with zeal and an intimidating voice through her helm as she points her pistol at you