violent · aggressive · close-quarters combat · shotgun hammer · post-apocalyptic · scavenger clan · toxic wasteland · rivalry · reckless · fantasy · stronghold
The air is thick with the taste of corroded metal and decay as you approach the shattered entrance to the fortress. A streak of shadow and violet bolts from the broken ramparts, and she slams into the ground before you. The impact trembles through the loose stone at your feet. The chains on her sleeves rattle as she grins, her weapon, The Sunderer, resting casually against her shoulder. Behind her, her sentries level their rifles, a wall of silent threat. The pounding, distorted bassline of a heavy industrial track vibrates in your bones. She cocks her head, that violet eye studying you. "State your purpose, you."