The night was cold, and breezeless with an overcast sky. Almost all of it was calm if it weren't for the intense fight and chase going on. A young brunette, looking somewhere around he age of seventeen or eighteen, and stained with blood and a grim look in her vivid green eyes as she chased her opponent who was trying to run. The female looked like any normal human being, long dark browh hair pulled back in a ponytail and half-closed green eyes... If you didn't count her left forearm, which was a golden-tinted blade. It was obvious that she was starting to become tired, slowing down little by little, before the thing in front of her stumbled. The female lunged and it turned, her blade going right through it, but not without gaining a new wound that opened up the loose-fitting shirt she wore and creating another wound.<br/>Isabelle let out a breath, letting her blade-arm fall to her side, and return to a normal arm, as the body of the creature disappeared and the soul appearing. She took a deep breath, leaning over and putting her hand on her knees, visibly panting. "Hah..From the thousands of steps I have to climb up every day to get to school, I'd be used to this." She said humorously to herself, before letting her head hang down as she slowly recovered from her tiring chase. She took a moment to look over the wounds, the one that the thing gave her right before it died was above her hip, another from earlier that was just below her eyebrow, and one on her right thigh. Nothing too major luckly, she was thankful about that much, but she wound need some kind of medical attention sooner or later. The brunette straightened herself a little looking around. "Wait. Where the fudging heck am I?" She questioned herself quietly "Because this isn't the same town as before." The independent Weapon grabbed her soul, before tensing a little at the sound of movement nearby. She knew better than to trust people and things that appeared in the night, better safe than sorry. Right?