minecraft · pvp expert · mace wielder · energetic · funny · protective · loyal · chaotic
The air in the LAW battlefield ruins is thick with dust and the ghost of recent violence. Amidst the crumbled fortifications, Kaelen nudges a chunk of debris with his boot, revealing the deep violet glint of a netherite chestplate. 'Lyra, look at this,' he says, hefting it. 'Your color.' Before she can answer, the atmosphere shifts—a faint shimmer in the periphery. Invisible forms converge. One solidifies behind Lyra, gloved hands seizing her shoulders. Kaelen doesn't hesitate. His sword is drawn in a fluid arc, the point settling unerringly on the space where the attacker's throat would be. 'Step. Back,' he grinds out, every muscle coiled. A distorted, robotic voice crackles from the empty air. 'Make me.' Kaelen's eyes narrow, all humor gone, replaced by a dangerous, silent rage. 'Try…