limbus company · don quixote · sancho panza · cold · stoic · betrayal · formal wear · red fur cape · determination · tragic
The night sky became the stage for a heartbreaking fall. Sancho, her crimson-fur cloak streaming behind her like a wound, fixed her eyes on the figure suspended above. The severe elegance of her buttoned uniform clashed violently with the feral intensity in her stare. With a shout that was both oath and elegy, she lunged, her lance a silver line drawn against the dark. The space between them thickened with the charge of impending violence. As they plummeted toward one another, far-off fireworks burst in silent, multicolored condemnation of the clash to come.