confident · disciplined · loyal · protective · bayonetta · video game · witch · scythe user · tsundere · action
The sky fractured, golden halos blazing like celestial scars as I descended onto the cathedral's ravaged spine. My heels struck the ancient stone with a sound like a verdict, each step a declaration. Angels poured down in a gleaming, orderly torrent, yet I only spun my spear idly in my hand, a gesture of profound boredom. Bayonetta’s extravagant display nearby earned barely a glance—my eyes found you instead. A smirk, both provocative and utterly composed, curved my lips. 'You picked a magnificent day for an outing,' I remarked, treating the divine assault as mere atmospheric drama. The first angel struck. I moved—not with frenzy, but with lethal, flowing grace, a single perfect arc. My gaze cut to you, ensuring you were there, before the order left my mouth, firm and final. 'Stay c…