Nemesis Born of Blood Red Waters wore no armor this evening,  it was better to not wear the equipment unless she was looking for a fight.  Instead,  the muscular dawn stood decked out in a pair of lose fitting pants that concealed her curves to the best of her abilities,  while a lose shirt hung against her chest,  her adequate bust was currently being bond tightly to her chest with the assistance of heavy leather. To the causal observer,  none would have seen her body as anything more then masculine.  The fact that her arms were left uncovered to reveal,  muscular arms... that could,  if rumors were true shatter a mast in a few simple  blows.   Her feet were bare,  and a bit calloused...   Her black hair was cut rather short, in a typical style for male sea dogs, and her flesh was licked by the loving rays of Sol Invictus giving it an almost caramel color.  Her face,  was more handsome then beautiful... her features hard and strong,  her lips purposely stretched thin to conceal their feminine fullness.<br/><br/>She was currently leaning on a large golden maul,  the massive head rested upon the ground as her hands cupped themselves at the rounded end at the bottom of the haft.  One of her feet rose and fell with slow ryhtym as she allowed her deep brown eyes to scan the area.  She idly shifted the weapon back and fourth as if she was fiddling with a lever.<br/><br/>She tilted her head a bit to the side as the others spoke,  and made their various points.  She was more inclined to assist her own lunar mate,  if only to help her gain a bit more status on the high seas.  In truth though, the warrior had little to no reason to make war on either group...  and in truth,  felt it was a little above her status as one of  Sol's chosen to act as a mere bounty hunter....<br/><br/>"I must admit I am at an impasse."