[Center][h3]Sinmara[/H3][/center]

Despite Lexi killing the mood earlier, Sinmara was happy to be the center of attention once again. It was Fae's pleasure to meet her, and as if him calling her 'remarkable' wasn't gratifying enough, he almost teasingly suggested that he might take the huntress up on her offer for a sparring match at a later date. Sure, he looked more like a craftsman than a combatant, but by now she knew just how dangerous brainy types could be–and her track record proced it. Still, for her part Sinmara could scarcely wait to test his mettle (not to mention his metal), but building up to a payoff like that over time would be all the more exciting, so she didn't mind a rain check. Right now, there were more important things afoot.

Marissa's feelings were more difficult to parse. She seemed somewhere between 'amused' and 'annoyed', which more or less accurately described everyone who found it within themselves to stomach Sinmara's larger-than-life attitude for more than several minutes at a time. For a moment there it really sounded like Marissa wanted to throw down, but she delivered that subtext so implicitly that Sinmara was left questioning herself. And since someone as confident as Sinmara never questioned herself, she decided to let that possibility go when faced with Marissa's criticism. The huntress shrugged. "Hey, she started-"

At that very moment, something weird happened. Somebody suddenly appeared behind Sinmara and tapped her on her shoulder. This unexpected turned out to be an absurdly fast talker, so fast that she managed to belt out two complete sentences before the huntress could even whip around. The experience left her confused; at first the stranger complimented her courage, but then she derided Sinmara's indiscretion? Well, whoever this person was, she was right to acknowledge Sinmara's overwhelming presence. "I sure hope so," she declared, a smug look on her face. "They'd better come at me all at once if they want a fair fight. Won't be much fun otherwise!"

As the strange woman repeated the stunt, Sinmara still didn't really get a better idea of what she was doing. Some sort of hazing ritual, maybe? This was a lot of effort to put into an establishing moment only for it to look kind of pointless and silly. Where was the aplomb!? That said, Sinmara was left aghast by what she overheard the stranger tell the Jester. "O-ogre? Hey!" Putting one hand on her hip, the huntress pointed an accusatory finger at her belittler. "You'd better get your eyes checked, or maybe a mask you can actually see through, 'cause I'm a knockout! The perfect blend of kickass and gorgeous, so don't you forget it!" Where did this goof get off calling Sinmara names anyway, when she was too scared to show [i]her[/i] face? This poser was obviously projecting.

Sinmara didn't feel the need to press the issue further though. That’s just how it was being one hundred percent right, one hundred percent of the time. Instead she crossed her arms and stood there, listening, while Acacia gave her own introduction and launched into the makeshift team's mission briefing. Well…she tried to listen, at least, but it wasn't long before Sinmara started tuning out, glossing over the final details. Denizens this, Dark One that…forget the fine print, this huntress was here to kick butt and take names (and also because Mom told her to come). She did raise her eyebrow when Acacia mentioned an 'offer', though. We're she and the others supposed to get something in return for this? Well, that'd be nice. Not that she really cared about working with the others. When Sinmara took the stage, there was no need for anyone else to hog the spotlight. So, they’d be breaking into a fortress? Sounded simple enough. Looking at the map, though, the huntress couldn’t help but wonder one thing. “Wait…all the way over there? That’s a looong stretch of ocean.” She shrugged, smiling. “I mean, I’m an awesome swimmer, but some of these shrimps wouldn’t last a minute out at sea, let alone all those hours.”

One of the shrimps, however, replied to Acacia’s prompt by showing off. Marissa called forth a pretty sick-looking suit of armor and an admittedly badass axe, and Fae followed suit, showing a little of what he could do. Not one to be outdone, Sinmara grinned and plunged her hand into the left side of her chest, reaching into her own flesh as if it were putty. An inky tar welled forth around the impact site, and when the huntress wretched her hand back out in an oily spray, she was clutch a pulsating, pitch-black organ pocked with twisted, crimson horns of varying sizes. “Ugh!” After a brief moment, she thrust the organ upward, fully extending her arm above her head. “Heartbreak!” She crushed the heart, and in an explosion of ink that fell around her like rain, her chainsaw spear took shape. With a grin she twirled it one and then planted it head-first at her feet in order to put a foot up on one of the spurs. “Hah, how’s that? Ready to-!”

The sudden shift in her weight made her polearm slip out from under her, Sinmara fell to the ground face-first, her Heartbreak clattering beside her. “Oof!” Though she’d managed to knock the wind out of her lungs, she quickly struggled to haul herself back to her feet, laughing breathlessly. Once she scooped up her weapon she posed with it laid across her shoulders instead, smiling and putting up the devil horns with her free hand as if nothing happened. “...ready to rock.”