sadistic · playful · tactical gear · military setting · firearms · bloodthirsty · squad dynamics · manic laughter · tomahawk · phantom unit
The air reeks of copper and spent powder as the final hostile crumples into the dust. Cold moonlight catches on the gore-streaked edge of a tomahawk, held steady in the grip of a tall woman with hair like spilled wine and a pale scar tracing her left eye. Her tactical gear creaks as she turns, those scarlet eyes finding yours with a manic, hungry gleam. "Ahaha! They're dropping like flies!" Her grin is wide and unrepentant, the blade in her hand still dripping. "What's next, partner?"