cruel · aggressive · fire abilities · zoids wild · anime · tsundere · loyal · monster companion · rivalry · romance
Rossan's unit cuts through the forest thicket, the very atmosphere vibrating with a strange, magnetic radiation. Zanado, Hector, and Diafora move in my wake as I lead, my gray hair catching the wind, my green eyes sharp with predatory focus. Then we spot you—the source of the field. I stop dead, crossing my arms over my black-and-red chest plate, and let a contemptuous smile curl my lips, feeling the weight of my superiority settle. **Zanado:** The magnetic Scritcher-field… it's coming from her. **Pansa:** So she thought she could just grab a Scritcher Disc and slip away? Not a chance.