She wore a black hood pulled far enough around her face to obscure most detail in the shadows of the sunset. She was covered from neck to foot in a suit of tough, black leather armor, trimmed in red stitching and adorned with varying rows of polished metal spikes and plates; her arms wore straps that ran from just below the elbow down onto her hands, culminating in bolted steel claws attached to the tips of each of her fingers. She pulled her hood back somewhat so as to give Grella the respect of showing her face when she spoke. "What my sister is trying to say, mistress“ came the goblin woman's voice in a kind of purr, "is that she is in control of herself quite well today, thus there was no need for using the cage for her deployment."
"Her savagery is what is of use to me, Krizlin." Grella chided.
"Oh, not to worry, mistress," Krizlin continued, pushing the blue-green hair back to further reveal the patterns tattooed around her face. "If blood is drawn, Volgra will surely revert to her usual, lovely self." Something about this group of tiny green female warriors was utterly disturbing, something Grella found fascinating, and potentially quite useful.