Feet touched the tunnel floor with delicate precision.  A dance of unnatural effort and grace allowed her to pass quietly beside her companions.  The bodysuit gifted to her by the temple hugged her muscular frame while fading into the darkness.  Illuminator could almost miss her as they flickered over the body sheath, shadow seeming to hold her close.  Stiff pads moved effortlessly against one another while she prowled forward, taking a point ahead so that her blade and skills would be of most use.  Perhaps she should be concerned that the others should shoot her in the back in their fear, but a natural trust had to be extended.  Besides, there would be time to exact revenge later.<br/><br/>Like a faint whisper the blade she carried moved with her.  Black polish coated the blade so that it did not gleam in the odd source of light.  Giving the impression that something metallic moved around her, fading in and out of reality.  There was a slight breeze while she moved it to rest behind her arm and along her back, her other hand coming up to touch her painted lips.  Her feet continued to move forward while the others stopped to allow the witch his moment.  She was careful to stay within view of the others though so that their weapons could provide her with cover should something attack.<br/>