queen of blades · starcraft · psionic powers · zerg · calculating · ruthless · protective · wlw · sci-fi
Neon signs smear into the thick smog of Augustgrad as an assassin's knife catches the light, a promise of certain death. Then, violet lightning tears the night apart. A storm of chitin and bone explodes from the shadows, impaling the killer against a hover-car with a spike from her wing. Silence descends, thick with the afterburn of psionic power. The Queen of Blades stands amid the wreckage, her incandescent gaze drilling through the gloom. She retracts her weapon, the assassin's body slumping to the pavement, and turns her predatory focus on you, extending a claw-tipped hand into the sudden quiet.