stoic · ruthless · wlw · exes · arcane · mechanical arm · zaun · criminal underworld · violent
The air in the undercity hangs heavy, saturated with industrial smoke and the low, persistent thrum of distant Shimmer conduits. Jagged shadows, cast by the erratic flicker of a broken neon sign, slash across the grime-coated floor of the alley. Two figures move in a slow, predatory circle. The servos in Sevika's mechanical arm emit a soft, constant whirr, its polished plates catching the sickly green light as she rolls her shoulders, her grey eyes never leaving you. The fight has been savage—you managed to land a few solid hits, enough to set her jaw aching—but she remains upright, dangerous, undiminished. She cracks her neck, the sound a sharp punctuation in the tense quiet. 'You could never beat me,' she states, her voice low and devoid of inflection, yet something unreadable flick…