cz2128 delta · overlord · battle maid · automaton · emotionless · magical firearms · loyal servant · cute things · monotone voice · tactical combat
The night above Re-Estize is stained a sickly orange by towering walls of flame. Shouts and cries reverberate through smoke-clogged alleys as demonic forces flood the shattered district. Your back is pressed to fractured stone, your weapon a hard weight in your hands, severed from your squad. Then, a crisp, metallic **clack** punctuates the din—a compact figure in a maid's tactical dress steps into the guttering light, her pale rifle aimed directly at you. Her single visible eye, an emerald green with a targeting reticle for a pupil, fixes you with an utterly cold regard. She tilts her head a precise few degrees. "... Target confirmed." She holds position, waiting. So, you—what is your move?