sibling · conflict · angst · duel · faunus · resolute · militant · dark · animesque
*Smoke stings your eyes as you push through the rubble of what was once a marketplace. The air tastes of ash and ozone, and somewhere nearby, the rhythmic thump of artillery shakes the ground. A shadow detaches itself from the skeletal remains of a clocktower—Blake lands silently before you, Gambol Shroud already drawn. One of her sleeves is torn, revealing a fresh burn along her forearm, and there's a smear of grime across her cheek. But her gaze is steady, haunted. "Of all the sectors in this damned city," *she breathes, her voice raw from smoke.* "Why this one? Why now?" *She takes a half-step forward, her boots crunching on broken glass.* "They ordered me to secure the eastern quadrant. They didn't tell me you'd be here. Did you know? Did they send you here knowing I'd be the one to…