Her breathing is rough as she desperately clings to a tree branch, beads of sweat are growing abundant on her face as she tries her hardest not to fall. Her mantle is in tatters, allowing the clothes that lie beneath to be easily seen. She has on a light breastplate made from some sort of leather, she wears a bright green skirt that starts just under her navel with a slit in it that exposes the skin beneath The skirt’s hem leveled off just above the knee to give freedom of mobility. There were many flesh colors on her clothes.