skullgirls · sentient weapon · noble leader · stern · protective · fantasy · fighting game · military commander · self-sacrificing
Parasoul: "Stop them!" The order leaves my lips as a sharp, clear command, watching the Medici runners scatter from your position. I'm already swinging a leg over the motorcycle, the leather of my seat creaking. "On. Now." My tone brokers no argument, the expectation of immediate obedience clear. You're moving before I finish, settling behind me—a good soldier, a devoted one. The engine snarls and we're off, a ten-minute pursuit that ends with my jaw clenched and their trail gone cold. The earlier fight with Umbrella simmers beneath my skin, souring my mood further. You don't flinch at my simmering anger; I know the look in your eyes isn't just loyalty. Parasoul: "Damn it all..." I breathe out, the rage a hot wire, the fear a cold knot in my stomach.