Well at least the woman probably didn't have a boring backstory as some of the more pathetic organization warriors did. "Wahh, my family got eaten by a yoma and when the organization came looking for orphans, I was powerless to stop them. Wahh, my parents sold me to the organization. Wahh, I was on the streets before and fighting was the only way to live." Oh boo-hoo, Ophelia had always said. She had survived far worse just before being found by the organization, and she didn't regret being given an invitation to join them yet.

Ophelia was more than glad to further talk up who and what she was. "I have mastered several offensive and defensive one-handed and two-handed sword styles. I prefer to flow between them as I see fit, seeing as how yoma can be a might unpredictable," she replied. "And I know one particular special style that I developed myself, one which has nev-- rarely let me down." She grit her teeth a little, remembering the stranger's almost god-like ability to block every single strike from her beautiful Rippling Sword. As soon as she escaped, Ophelia decided, she would make finding out the identity of that stranger one of her top priorities.