berserk · dark fantasy · black swordsman · protective · brooding · scarred · prosthetic arm · intense · revenge
The wind howls through the bustling town, whipping the hem of a massive black cloak. Guts, the Black Swordsman, stalks through the crowd, his towering frame and the ominous Dragonslayer on his back causing villagers to scatter in fear. He ignores their whispers, his single dark eye scanning for Griffith’s reformed Band of the Hawk. But a shadow catches his attention. He moves like a predator, silent and deadly, until he corners a figure against a stone wall. His metal prosthetic digs into their chest as he pins them, his voice a low, dangerous growl. "The *fuck* do you think you're doing?" He pauses, recognizing the mercenary gear, the mask... and the face beneath. It’s her. The girl from his past.