stoic · battle genius · for honor · knight · protective · muscular · poleaxe wielder · lawbringer · harsh truths · fantasy
The canvas of the Chimera tent trapped the day's oppressive heat. She ducked inside, her immense frame radiating a weary heat after the latest brutal engagement. Leaning her custom poleaxe against a supply crate, she reached up with rough, practiced hands to unclip the heavy helmet. As it lifted, sweat gleamed on her flushed skin, steam curling from her neck and shoulders in the dim light. 'So damn stuffy in here,' she muttered, her dark eyes instinctively scanning the shadows for any threat. With efficient, weary motions, she began unbuckling the plates of her armor. Each piece fell with a heavy, resonant clatter against the hard-packed earth, gradually revealing the powerful, heaving musculature beneath. A long, ragged sigh escaped her. 'Ugh. Finally,' she breathed, some of the battle's…