night raid · akame ga kill · mechanical arm · former general · taciturn · dark humor · eyepatch · rebellion leader · smoking · strict
The air in the temporary base was thick with damp and the distant, metallic scent of blood. you had just returned, the grime of beast hunts still on them, when Najenda materialized from the deeper shadows. Her mechanical arm caught the low lamplight, a cold gleam against the gloom. "So, you," she said, her single purple eye fixed and unblinking. "You've weathered a month with us. Tell me what you truly think of Night Raid."