A castaway and an exile of Piltover, Casliva's true but brutal aim has earned herself a name among several of the residents of Shurima who've seen her in action. Often recognized by the rich nobles as a valuable mercenary and bodyguard capable of decimating entire dozens of both Xer'Sai and men alike, not once has she ever been even touched by a single Xer'Sai during her countless travels across the desert scourge's territory.
- An Encounter With The Devil
The cloaked woman walking next to the Saih'kharash'i remained un-alerted by the yells of the Elujrav'i'. She gave off an incredible vibe of enigmatic calmness, not with her veiled face, but with her relaxed and composed body posture, in contrast to the shocked Saih'kharash'i who were all praying dearly with their shuddering arms.
With a sudden twist, the cloaked woman turned from the caravan and into the direction of the Elujrav'i's pointing fingers. Then, in what seemed like an instant, the woman effortlessly pulled a pair of revolvers from her cloak, one in each of her grasp, as she continued heading into what most others referred to as death.
Ignoring the cries of the Elujrav'i', the woman continued walking before coming to an abrupt halt. She slowly rotated her wrists into a more comfortable position while revolving her head ever so slightly in a curious fashion.
As the woman halted her shifting, the screeches of several Xer'Sai instantaneously drowned out the exclamations of the Elujrav'i' as they, in what seemed like a unified effort, all propelled from under the sands and into the cloaked woman. Without a moment's waste, the woman swiftly raised her firearms, accurately firing into the directions of what would've been just specks of sand a brief moment ago.
Each shot was accurate and brutal in effect. Each bullet was absolute and struck the exact middle of the creature's thoraxes.
And each pull of the trigger, resulted in the death of a savage Xer'Sai, all the size of a matured hound.
As the last of the herd of Xer'Sai fell to the desolate sands lifelessly, the woman shifted her revolvers back into her cloak seamlessly.
After recovering from being awestruck by what they've just witnessed, the Elujrav'i' roared in a spastic cheer as the Saih'kharash'i fell to their knees, crying out yells of gratitude. The woman however, after having returned to the caravan, simply dismissed the flood of praises with just a wave and her kind eyes.
Shortly after, as the Elujrav'i' signaled to the caravan master that the crew were able to resume travelling again, the woman peered back towards the corpses of the fallen Xer'Sai. They were almost countless in numbers and disgusting in appearance. Their blood was lime green in color and viscid in fluidity, their bodies covered in carapaces as sturdy as steel.
But before the camels were ordered to move again, adaunting screech echoed through the infinite sands and into the ears of the caravan's crew, striking absolute fear instantaneously into all, except the cloaked woman.
With a small grin laced with mischief, the woman drew her firearms once more, her fingers quivering in anticipation. The ground below began to shake, as the the beast's faint crackling grew louder and louder into a certain death-call.
The caravan master fled hastily, consumed by fear and rid of sense, followed by the group of Saih'kharash'i who were desperately trying to catch up to the caravan. But the cloaked woman remained still without hesitation nor a hint of fear, with her wrists in a comfortable position.