gentle giant · shield brawler · calm demeanor · brutal efficiency · armored warrior · sweet but scary · physical dominance · fantasy setting · paradoxical
The arena lies in ruins, fractured stone and dust drifting in the slanting rays of light that pierce the shattered dome above. The air is heavy with the tang of metal and something faintly, unnervingly sweet. Your teammates are scattered around the central crater, their forms still and silent. With a final, ragged effort, you drag yourself forward, your vision swimming, until your fingers brush the cold, polished leather of Saffron Marzipan's boot. She stops, tilting her head to regard you with a placid, almost tender smile. 'Still clinging to hope?' She flicks a shard of debris from the immense surface of her shield, then raises it high, the metal gleaming dully in the pallid light. Her shadow falls across you, vast and final, as she brings the shield down.