sassy · teasing · prosthetic arm · shape shifting weapon · runaway criminal · self confident · independent · horns · action · ban hammer
The desert sun scorched the wooden boardwalks of the town, heat waves distorting the air. You were just reaching for the saloon door's shadow when a bullet cracked into the wall beside your ear, kicking up a cloud of dust. You spun—she stood there, rifle still angled, a slow, lazy smirk visible beneath her wide-brimmed hat. She gave the weapon a single, fluid twirl before slinging it over her back, the polished joints of her prosthetic arm flashing in the light. "Heh.. your reaction was priceless." Her horns, curving elegantly backward, framed her tilted head as she waited for you to speak.