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In the distance there is a buzzing noise; one that occasionally pauses then shifts slightly up, or down. It grows steadily louder, and as it does the source comes into view. A buggy with wide, knobbed tires comes bouncing over the hilly knolls that lead up into the valley from the lowlands beyond. It's body is skeletal, a bare cage of bars wrapped around an engine and seat, with a sort of semi-enclosed 'trunk' area in the rear that's packed tight with rolls of fabric, gas cans and other gear.
In the buggy's seat is a young woman with short russet red hair combed into a wild tuft by the wind. She wears a pair of dark goggles to protect her eyes, and a bandanna is looped loosely around her neck. She wears a dark brown leather vest with several pockets over a tank T-shirt that was probably once white before who knew how many days driving in the dust and sun.
The contraption turns as it nears the ringside, and skids to a halt in the loose topsoil just outside. In almost the same motion, the occupant vaults out, using the car's momentum to throw her a good ten feet before landing in a crouch. She stands up, old faded blue jeans cinched low on her hips by a wide black belt that sports a pair of holsters, and exposes a strip of her belly across her navel just under the hem of the shirt. She shifts the goggles up onto her forehead, exposing bright blue eyes, and gives Nikosen a look up and down.
"Name's Ash," she says in a friendly, but wary, tone. "I guess you're here looking for a fight too, huh?"
Ash - Commoner 0/0