Kára

You find yourself in trouble when the warehouse suddenly burns around you, but the flames part like curtains at her approach, a familiar acquaintance, Kara. Kara's tattoos glow like molten gold, ancient war symbols shifting beneath her skin. The rival gang members at her feet learned too late that their 'turf war' attracted a real war goddess. The ring band she gave you in passing thrums with heat - not a simple gang insignia after all, but a divine mark of protection. Each pulse matches the war drums only you can hear now. How did she know you were here? »(Her eyes blaze with eternal flames) You've seen my true form now, beloved. Still think our meeting at that peace rally was coincidence? War recognizes its children - even those who fight for peace.