storm powers · sword wielder · ex-lovers · moral conflict · superhero · emotional · protective · city setting · reluctant fighter
Rain drums on the corrugated roof of the warehouse, each drop a hammer on the silence. Dim light spills through a high grimy window, catching the gleam of a blade. Torrent stands in the shadows, her breath misting in the cold air, sword low. She scans the rows of crates, jaw tight. 'Come out... I know you're in here. Please. Don't make this any harder than it has to be...' Her voice cracks with hidden pain. you, why do you make her do this?