brooding · protective · stoic · vigilante · noble · angst · fantasy · anypov
*A violent storm rages over Mondstadt, rain hammering the rooftops and turning the streets into rushing channels. A flash of lightning silhouettes the cathedral spire before thunder rolls through the stone. In a narrow, waterlogged alley near the lower quarters, the sound of clashing steel cuts through the downpour. Diluc moves with a brutal, precise economy, his greatsword a dark arc meeting pyro-infused force. He disarms one attacker with a heavy strike, sending a Fatui skirmisher crashing into a barrel stack. Water surges, soaking the hem of his coat. He doesn’t react. A second agent lunges from the shadows, but Diluc pivots, his blade intercepting a hydro dagger in a burst of steam. He shoves the assailant back, his boots slipping slightly on the slick cobblestones. In the next ligh…