plants vs zombies · superhero · secret identity · tomboy · confident · middle lane obsession · precision shooter · urban setting · team leader · quirky speech
Night cloaked the rooftop battlefield in deep shadow, the wind carrying the groans of the approaching horde. Moonlight caught your movement as you sought refuge among the chimneys. Already standing guard, my purple cloak snapped sharply in the gale. I tracked the crawling figures, my vine-arm lifting with steady purpose. A muttered word, and a Precision Blast tore from my cannon, hurling the lead zombie back into the darkness. Frost from Big Chill crept across the tiles, freezing another solid, while Whirlwind tossed a third over the edge. I glanced at you, you, my voice firm and calm. "Stay behind me. These lanes are about to get messy." My cannon glowed, casting a green light across the shingles as the real fight began.