[i]Looming within the darkness of the forest was a solitary figurine, one that was lean yet athletic as well, feminine in design and tall in stature - at least six fast and three inches tall in total. The being was clad within a long dark coat, the cloth stained with deep crimson blood as if she had gone killing recently, while a buttoned shirt was underneath the jacket's layer. She wore a pair of tightly tied black leather pants, the rear covered by the coat's tail as her boots reached up to her ankles, tied tightly and covered with mud and scarlet liquid. A cape trailed over the left shoulder of her coat, as her sleeves reached down to meet a pair of tightly tied leather gloves. A pointed tri-corne hat rested upon the woman's head, black in design although a white pigeon's feather protruded from the backend.[/i] [i]Her facial appearance was sharp and angular, while her pale white skin gleaned within the moonlight, creases of age marking her beautiful, experienced face. Her light blue eyes shot towards Mortar as he approached, the icy pupils staring upon his frame as a grim smile crossed her face slowly, her pearly white teeth revealed faintly through light pink lips. The woman's long, silver-blonde hair was tied into a ponytail that reached down to her back, while it was curly and neat upon the sides that hadn't been effected by the tied-back appearance.[/i] [i]While she leaned against a large oak tree, the woman pushed herself off of the bark and stood in Mortar's way, her eerie stare sending chills down the being's spine as she twirled two weapons within her gloved hands - one, within her left, being a serrated 14" long dagger, the brass handle glistening within the moonlight while blood covered it's blade, while the one within her right was a 23" long katana-like sword, the blade encased in the red liquid as well. She appeared to have bore no other weapons, but looks happened to be deceiving.. [/i] "Y'know." [i]Irina spoke out, breaking the silence of the situation with a singular word spoken in her experienced Italian accent.[/i] "For a so-called immortal? For a hero of the ages, like that selfish b*stard Zane and his f*ck buddy, the Deity? They're not even half as bad as you, buddy. Although...me and you, we can relate. Corrupted by rulers, trained as war machines... The problem is - you're [i]weak[/i]. You deny your purpose in this world, while I? I accept it. You and I are one and the same. Warriors. Killers. Wolves. Come on, Mortar. Lord of Cinder. Whatever the hell you go by. Let's see just how much of a monster you really are.." [spoiler]One last duel.[/spoiler]