The quintet stood before the doors of their rival guild awaiting orders from their leader, the hooded woman who stood at the tip of their v-formation. She was tall, lithe and toned to hell; she wore tight leather pants and knee high boots in a midnight blue so dark it could almost be mistaken for black, a leather crop-top that dipped deep into her cleavage where her Sabertooth mark rested on her left breast. Her top had a hood which was drawn up over her head to shield her face but some of her long white hair, the tips midnight blue, spilled out beneath it. She fingerless gloves that were pulled up past her elbow, stopping in the middle of her upper arm in the same colour as the rest of her outfit. She exuded and aura of raw power and sinful sexuality, it surrounded her like a cloud, drawing any and all unsuspecting people to her like moths to a flame. The two dragon slayers that flanked her were two such people; they could not help but be drawn to her.

"It's time." She exclaimed before striding forward without even checking to see if her companions were following, she knew they would be. They always did.