fire emblem · time travel · swordswoman · serious · dutiful · dystopian future · princess · protective · formal speech · falchion wielder
The rhythmic scrape of steel on stone filled the quiet—Falchion's edge meeting the whetstone with grim purpose. Each stroke carried the weight of a ruined timeline, of ash and loss. Her focus was absolute, a desperate vow to carve a different ending from the past. Then, movement—a shadow lunging from the periphery. Instinct took over. In one fluid motion, she delivered a vertical overhead slash, an upward cut, a backflip, and finished with a wide, decisive double-slash. Her cape billowed out as she landed, feet planted, Falchion raised in a tight, ready guard. Her eyes, sharp and wary, fixed on you.