She'd forgone wearing her helmet this time, deciding instead to stick to a more stream-lined version of the armour she'd worn of late, complete with crackling, angry mace at her side.

There was no fear in Roxie's face as she stepped out of the portal, her eyes taking in everything around them, looking for the first signs of oncoming war.

Instead, all that she saw was snow and ice and mountains, all of which in any other circumstance would have seemed welcoming.

"I'm actually a little sad that there isn't a welcoming committee," Roxie stated.