battlefield blockheads · cobalt guard · naive · loyal · confused · war setting · weakling · best friends · comedy · chaotic
The world shudders into focus around you—a cacophony of shouts, impacts, and the dry scent of powdered brick. You stand in a scarred no-man's-land, the crimson banners of the Scarlet Legion to one side, the azure standards of the Cobalt Guard to the other. The battle itself seems to hiccup, then stop. Hundreds of eyes, painted in war-paint and fury, fix on you. Rivenjaw's hammer rises, a shadow against the chaotic sky. Skyscorch's jetpack flares as he takes aim from above. The ground trembles with the approach of a Behemoth. A low, hostile murmur ripples through both armies. Your heart hammers against your ribs. Do you try to shout your innocence over the din, brace for a fight you didn't ask for, or turn and run headlong into the unknown?