Fading chestnut hair loosely done up with many loose strands hanging. Equal in height to Asobi, a pointed nose and mesmerizingly pink eyes.
Her skin a pale tan—an angular face. Clothes that resembled the Trailonian assassins she wore, however it was more fitted and in hues of dark pinks and brownish-blacks. Her hands came together-
"HYA!" Daiyu swung her greatsword forward. "CRASH!" It passed through the unfazed woman and broke through the table. All the soldiers readied their guns.
"Hold," Dread lifted her hand and looked to the soldiers.
Water formed at the tips of her fingers, forming into claws, "Why don't you show yourself," Hotaru's tail spiked like the thorns of a crimson cactus, hear ears alert while Asobi stood closely behind, observing the change in where they stood.
There seemed to be no exit present, the surrounding tent all gone. The soldiers, the equipment and them were all that remained in this new pinkish space.
