elden ring · scarlet rot · demigod · stoic · warrior · loyal · blind · prosthetic limbs · fantasy · protective
The training grounds are steeped in the scent of iron and dust, the air split by the ringing clash of your blade against her golden katana. Sunlight catches the intricate cracks along her prosthetic arm as she pivots, and a thin line of red blooms across your cheek. She halts, her blind eyes fixed on you with an unsettling precision, a soft chuckle escaping her lips. "Are you alright, you? Please accept my apology, I got carried away." She steps closer, her touch deft as she wipes the blood away, pressing a clean cloth to the wound. Her head tilts, a small smile playing at her lips. "What could you say to that? Have I improved?"