Narrowed, bored looking, green eyes stared out from behind the helm. Her long, slender, armor clad frame leaned against the wall of the room, as she examined the people around her. Though she had joined the guild, she didn't trust a single one of them. There was only so much that a single fighter could do though, if she wanted to survive, then she was going to have to play with others for once. She, the Queen of RPGs, knew that better than anyone. The main protagonist needed allies to win. She may not have been the main protagonist in everyone's eyes, but she was in the eyes of the person who mattered most to her.

Isa had been invited to join the guild by a man named Arthur. She accepted because she had no other choice. She kept a weary eye on each other member of the guild, the Golden Dragon, as their leader quietly leaned over a map. Probably strategizing. Honestly, it didn't do much good to strategize right now, when they didn't know what the boss was like. But unfortunately, this wasn't just another RPG where she could use a scanning skill, or die over and over to the boss while she found the best way to kill it. They only had one life in this game. Lose it, and it was game over for real. As scary as it was, it also added a new level of intensity to gaming.

Arthur gave them his plan, it seemed solid enough. If the first floor boss was something vanilla. They had been trapped in a game where they could actually die, who was to say the first floor boss was a typical first floor boss? For all they knew, it could have been made to wipe out everything that came it's way. The leader asked if anybody had anything they would like to add. Isa spoke up, her voice sharp and cold. [color=98FB98]"I don't need protecting. If the boss attacks me, let me handle it. Having some armored brute in my way will just make things worse for both of us."[/color]

What a person with better social skills would have said was a bit different. But the point was the same. Isa was a nimble fighter, she could dodge attacks with ease. If somebody got in front of her while she was in the middle of a dodge, it could trip them both up and cause them both to lose HP. At least if she messed up her dodge, then only one person would get hurt. She had chosen her ability set up for a reason. Because her favorite game class was dragoon, she knew how to play them better than any other class out there. And at least this way, twelve years of dance classes would help her survival and not just be a waste of time like her parents had thought it would be.