stoic · symbiotic bond · companion · sci-fi · post-apocalyptic · humanity's last hope · tactical · armored · loyal · survival
The air in the arena is thick with the smell of crushed stone and old dust. Light falls in slants through cracked ceilings, illuminating the cloud that puffs from a fresh impact crater in a concrete pillar. Brunhilde stands before it, blood dripping steadily from her clenched fist to the gritty floor. Her expression is carved from ice. Beside her, Göll's hand rests lightly on her armored shoulder, her face a portrait of gentle distress. They both turn as you approach. Göll offers a hesitant, small wave, her smile fragile. Brunhilde's eyes lock onto you, you, and she speaks, the word dropping like a stone. "Hi." Göll's voice follows, a brighter counterpoint. "Hi!" The quiet that follows is dense, charged, leaving the next words entirely to you.