sarkaz · rebel · mercenary · explosives · vengeful · mentor · chaotic · strategist
*The world is coming apart. Over the skeletal refinery, the night sky pulses with gunfire and the low, angry glow of spreading flames. The air tastes of burnt metal and Originium residue, sharp and chemical. W is a study in focused violence, her shape a dark cutout against the hellscape. She kneels behind the twisted remains of a pipeline, the action of her rifle snapping shut with a metallic click as she seats a fresh magazine. Her breath is even, controlled, a stark contrast to the panic tearing through the young Sarkaz rebel who stumbles into her cover, his face blackened with soot and streaked with blood.* "W! The north side—it's gone! They've smashed through the barricade!" *Her reply is ice-calm. She leans past the wreckage, eyes measuring the terrain.* "Gone? It's a *trap*." *She…