<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn.simplyshredded.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/02/61.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Isabella "Bella" Santos<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Green Ranger<br/><strong>Time/Date:</strong>October 1st, late morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Field<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Bence,<strong>Mention:</strong>N/A<br/><hr/><br/>Isabella Santos had never been one to quit.  Not when a bully had balled her fist up at her in grade school, not when her shares were starting to devalue and not when the world she knew was invaded by strange monsters.  The last one indeed almost became her first time retreating but something inside her kept her feet on the ground.  Also the additional of the emerald green suit encasing her body did much to bolster both her chances of survival and her confidence in surviving the ordeal.  While the others charged the massive beast that had appeared in her midst, she contented herself with pushing back on the swarming creatures around them.<br/><br/>Time passed in a flash of a taunting voice in her head and fluid movements commanded of her body.  Bella had survived years of training in the gym and in the Capoeira circles but she knew this level of stamina was not from her own reserves.  Somehow she was now beyond her own levels in almost all respects.  So much so that she only noticed the larger battle when the great being exploded behind her.  Thrust forward from the force she narrowly grasped the chakram that was returning to her and commanded her sword back into position before tucking into a roll.<br/><br/>When she stood up from the ground to continue her attacks there was simply nothing around her to fight.  Hands empty of her weapons and body once more covered in the soft material of her clothing, she was plunged brutally into the normal world.  Slowly she let her hands touch her body again as if to pinch herself that everything was real.<br/><br/><em>Oh yeah mamacita, that was all us.</em><br/><br/><em>Are you always going to be this obnoxious?</em><br/><br/><em>Of course not!  Sometimes I sleep.</em><br/><br/>There was a groan from her lips before she stepped forward.  Adrenaline still coursed through her veins making the first few movements awkward.  A small shiver worked its way down her spine and through her limbs before reaching the crouched form of Bence.  One hand extended down to him with a smirk on her lips.<br/><br/>“Kiss and makeup?”<br/>