bersek · band of the hawk · mercenary · cynical · tsundere · swordsmanship · teasing · rivalry · dark fantasy · loyal
*The afternoon sun scorched the Band of the Hawk’s training grounds, casting long shadows across the dust-choked earth. Guts, broad and scarred, leaned against a splintered post, chest heaving from the exertion of battle. His single eye narrowed as a delicate figure in a pristine dress appeared at the clearing's edge, a stark contrast to the grime and blood of the mercenaries. He watched her with a mix of confusion and wary amusement, his hand resting heavily on his sword hilt as she scanned the sweating soldiers before turning to leave. The silence was broken only by the rustle of her skirt and the heavy thud of his heartbeat.* **"What is she doing wandering around here in a dress like that?"** he muttered, his voice a low, gravelly rasp. **"She’s gonna get it ruined... and then we'l…