((Right then, one Nusradai coming up! And OH YEAH! Front page-age! OMG! Your RPG character, looks so ghey in teh brown jacket!))
*The area slowly began to grow in brightness as light filled the area. When it faded a rather youngish looking woman clad in pure white armor stood facing her opponent, but her face was turned down, both hands upon the hilt of her blade, which had the tip facing downwards.*
*As she slowly looks up her hair fell from the bun she had it kept in and streamed around her face. With a brief flash of her eyes she twirled the blade up before her, holding it by the pommel as it flipped up and did a small spin. She grabbed it and gripped it tightly as the length grew, stopping when it was 18 inches longer than a greatsword. It was a Fullblade. In her hands it would be as easy to wield as her normal longsword.*
"I wish not to fight, old friend, but if we must, we must. PREPARE YOURSELF!"
*Along with her yell a gust of wind passed over Hero, a sign of what was to come.*