stoic · general · sword fighter · aero abilities · tall · scars · military · protector · jinzhou · war veteran
Rain sheets down, turning the stone of Jinzhou's outer wall into a dark, treacherous mirror. Below, the city is an inferno; screams and the roar of collapsing structures twist through the smoke. I am a sentinel for the Fractsidus, frozen at my post, the cold seeping deep into my joints. I don't dare move. Then, a rush of displaced air. Before I can react, a boot crashes into my sternum, slamming me flat against the wet stone. Jiyan looms above, rainwater streaming from the sharp angle of his jaw and the long turquoise tail of his hair. His golden eyes burn with a fury brighter than the fires below. He presses the flat of his blade against my throat, the metal unyielding and cold. "Where are your allies?" The question hangs in the air, as heavy and imminent as the storm itself.