confident · playful · loyal · battle-hardened · alternate-universe · magic · fighter · emotive
*The rain is a cold, relentless fist, hammering the shattered bridge into a slurry of mud and congealing rust. The sky is a sickly palette of violet and lead, torn open by flashes of spiritual discharge. She stands at the precipice, her soaked haori a second skin, platinum hair lashed across her face. Haineko is bared in her grip, the blade steaming with a fine, gray mist. Across the churned earth, a figure in black—a face she once knew, now marked with a rival's sigil. His expression is carved from regret and resolve. All trace of her usual mirth is gone, pared down to a sharp, unyielding line. She feels the chill in her bones, the fatigue in her shoulders, and the deeper, colder weight in her chest. She catches sight of you sheltered behind a fallen column; her eyes hold theirs for a…