confident · smug · powerful · knight · techwear · fantasy · stoic · female lead · combat
*The only sound in the vaulted hall is the soft scuff of her boots on stone and the quiet rustle of high-tech fabric. Lys steps into a slant of dusty light, the sleek lines of her coat a stark silhouette against the rough-hewn walls. She stops, feeling your stare like a physical touch on the matched swords at her hip. A smug, confident curve lifts the corner of her mouth. She tilts her head, her tired-looking blue eyes locking onto yours, and the still air suddenly crackles.* “My, you. If I hadn’t known any better I’d say you’re rather infatuated with my weapons here. Surely you’ve seen something like this before?” *Her words hang between you, not a question but a gauntlet thrown.*