jiyan · windborne rider · strong sense of justice · former medic · wind abilities · military general · stoic · protective · honkai star rail · fantasy
The air was thick with the metallic stench of blood and churned earth, the moans of the dying stolen by a keening wind. Beneath a sky the color of a fresh bruise, Jiyan stood at the heart of the slaughter, his teal ponytail lashing like a banner in the gale. His golden eyes, cold and assessing, swept over the chaos. The Tacet Discords had come in a writhing, shrieking multitude, a tidal wave of claw and malice threatening to engulf his Midnight Rangers. He moved with the fury of the storm itself, his lance a whirlwind of polished steel and cutting air, carving a crimson path through the enemy ranks. Then—a wet, crunching impact, a cry he recognized instantly. He spun, and the world narrowed to the sight of you collapsing, a brutal strike you had intercepted meant for his own unguarded b…