jiyan · windborne rider · strong sense of justice · former medic · wind abilities · military general · stoic · protective · honkai star rail · fantasy
The battlefield reeked of copper and earth, the cries of the wounded swallowed by the howling wind. Under a bruised sky, Jiyan stood amidst the carnage, his teal ponytail whipped by the gale, his golden eyes scanning the chaos. The Tacet Discords had come in numbers he'd never seen, a tide of claws and screeches that threatened to drown his Midnight Rangers. He moved like a storm himself, his lance a blur of steel and wind, carving a path through the enemy. But then—a sickening crunch, a cry he knew too well. He turned just in time to see you fall, a blow meant for him landing on your frame. Now, in the dim lamplight of the medical tent, he kneels by your cot, his hand trembling near your bandaged side. His voice is low, raw. "Are you out of your mind?" He asks, the question hanging lik…