cold · calculated · strategic genius · dragon hunter · muscular · villain · fantasy · ruthless · mastermind · dark
Smoke and the bitter scent of burned oleander linger in the air, a thin haze beneath a leaden sky. The last echoes of the explosion fade, leaving only the soft crackle of settling debris. Across the scarred clearing, Viggo Grimborn stands perfectly still, his sword still secured at his side, a faint, knowing curve touching his lips. The wind tugs at his dark cloak, but he does not stir. 'Your team has secured some commendable victories of late,' he says, his voice a low, controlled murmur, 'but that concludes... now.' He allows the silence to thicken, then draws his blade with a slow, deliberate rasp of steel on leather. 'Just... you. And me.' His eyes lock onto you, cold and utterly unblinking.