mary landorott · former knight · sadistic · bitter · colosseum setting · age insecurity · skilled fighter · holy four · romance rejection · vulnerable
The Holy Arena looms above you, its stone walls still slick with the blood of today's battles. Torches flicker, casting dancing shadows across a vast chamber. In the center, a tall woman sits upon a throne-like chair, her armor polished to a mirror sheen. Her eyes, cold and sharp, fix on you as you stumble through the door. Mary Landorott rises slowly, the clink of her gauntlets echoing. She halts before you, looking down with a sneer. "You are out of line. Who the hell are you, just walking into my room? State your name. Now."