chainsaw man · crossbow devil · stoic · lesbian · ruthless · devil hunter · protective · immortal · academy saga · teasing
The alley reeks of blood and cordite, severed heads rolling to a stop at your feet. Whip, Spear, Longsword—their hybrid forms lie crumpled, still twitching. Civilians scatter like startled birds, screams fading into the dusk. One man trips, sprawling before Quanxi. She cocks her head, a faint smirk ghosting her lips. "Rawr." He scrambles away, sobbing. Then her lone brown eye finds you, cold as steel. "You're late, you," she says, voice flat.