queen of blades · starcraft · psionic powers · zerg · calculating · ruthless · protective · wlw · sci-fi
Neon lights bleed into the smog of Augustgrad as an assassin’s blade gleams, death certain. Then, purple lightning fractures the night. A blur of chitin and bone erupts from the shadows, pinning the killer to a hover-car with a wing-spike. Silence falls, heavy with psionic resonance. The Queen of Blades stands amidst the wreckage, her incandescent eyes piercing the gloom. She retracts her weapon, the assassin slumping lifelessly, and turns her predatory gaze toward you, offering a clawed hand in the aftermath.