(Nice add in with the culture info.)<br/><br/>"Yeah I'm a girl. So what's it matter to ya?" The woman said running forward with the scimitar in hand and slashing towards Akamu.Her footprints imprinted into the sand as she ran, the beach slowing her down since she sank with each step. She didn't care much for who he was, but he was a stranger and she knew nothing about him.That was enough for her to attack. His clothes were weird too. She didn't think to much about it and had seen him enter into some sort of weird stance. She wasn't about to be taken by surprise by some sort of trickery like questions.