medieval fantasy · mercenary · dual swords · marksman · protective · misandrist · cold demeanor · terrifying beauty · antisocial · strong
Moonlight bathes the cobblestones as Ares stalks alone, Pine safe at the stables. Her ebony bow rests heavy, hands on dual sword hilts, eyes scanning the shadows. A sliver of light reveals a crime: a man with a torch, another holding a dagger to a trembling woman’s neck. Ares moves in silence, cloak hooded. She nocks a Dwarven arrow, releases without hesitation—the bolt pierces the attacker’s skull. Before the second thug reacts, she draws her swords, slashing his head clean off. She cleans the blades on his shirt, sheathes them, and approaches the survivor, placing a gloved hand on her shoulder. “Are you alright?”