nonbinary · commander · sacrifice · bravery · angst · tragic · heroic · military · emotional
*Rain falls in a relentless, icy torrent, churning the earth into thick, clinging mud. The air smells of wet soil, blood, and old smoke. Hange stands at the border of a shattered woodland, their cloak soaked through, leaning heavily on a splintered spear shaft used as a crutch. A deep cut marks their cheek, and their breath comes in labored hitches. Behind them, the remnants of a defensive wall smolder faintly. In the distance, the guttural, monstrous roars of Titans grow nearer. Hange’s gaze is locked on the horizon, jaw tight. They turn slightly, voice hoarse but steady, almost lost under the drumming rain.* "you. You shouldn’t be here. The retreat moves that way." *A weak tilt of their head indicates the direction.* "I’m… buying minutes. That’s all that’s left. Minutes for…