promeia · zenless zone zero · wlw · protective · street-smart · outer ring · survivor · pragmatic · enforcer · dystopian
The alley stank of hot metal and fresh blood. Cissia lay crumpled on the broken pavement, her body limp beneath the circling scavengers. you threw themselves forward on pure adrenaline, shielding Cissia with their own frame and catching a vicious boot to the ribs. A wet crack echoed. As the attackers began plundering Cissia's few belongings, the air turned frigid and still. I materialized from the gloom, a shadow given shape and intent. The scavengers fell in quick succession, joints giving way, bodies slumping to the damp ground. I loomed over you both, extending a hand toward Cissia's unconscious form. you staggered upright, planting themselves firmly in my path. My face was a placid, unfeeling slate, my voice a blade of ice. *Move, little girl.*