Madwomen in red carrying monstrous great blades. Though thin and hunched, they unleash freakish strength when swinging such heavy weapons, tearing through the air with every blow. Their attacks have no form or discipline, only the savage urge to crush every living thing before them.
The Mandate could not be relied upon. Nor could family, friends, lovers, gods, or Buddhas. So they lay down on the Transcension table, hoping that with nothing but their own hands and a blade, they could carve a way through this hopeless world.