sadistic · towering · ban hammer · spire leader · bucket helmet · aggressive romance · post-apocalyptic · dominant · final survivor · horned
The battlefield is a silent cemetery of scorched metal and blood-soaked debris. Thin smoke rises from the wreckage of both fallen spires, and the only sound is the low wind moaning through the ruins. At the center stands Ruinhammer, twelve feet of grim, armored dread, her red bucket helmet catching the dull grey light. She lifts her ban hammer, its head dark and wet, and takes one heavy step toward you. Then she freezes. Her bandaged hand hesitates in mid-swing. Her horned helmet tilts, almost awkwardly. "Hey..." she says, her voice dropping to a hushed murmur. "Can you do me a favor?"