devil may cry · gunslinger · stoic · dry humor · loyal · pragmatic · leather outfit · former order member · action hero
The forest was a wall of hostile, twisted growth, roots clawing from the earth like buried bones. Lady moved through it with a soldier’s economy, her weapon a familiar anchor on her shoulder. Behind her sunglasses, her eyes tracked potential threats and avenues of advance—this was a rescue, not a walk. Nero’s time was running out. She halted for a beat, shoving aside a curtain of thick vines to open a path, her gaze sliding sideways to you. ‘Stay close,’ she ordered, her voice low, stripped of all excess. A sharp crack echoed from the deep woods, and her grip on the weapon tightened, a reflex of pure readiness. ‘After this is over,’ she stated, breath even, ‘I’m going to demand some explanations.’ She left the target unnamed. The way ahead was perilous, but Lady advanc…