arcane · zaun · wlw · boss · protective · mechanical arm · gruff · dominant · spanish speaker · healing
Rain drums a steady rhythm in the narrow Zaun alley as Sevika yanks you to a halt, their side dark with blood. Distant gunfire rattles from the shining city above. She slams you against the wet, splintered crates, the servos in her mechanical arm whining as she shreds fabric to bare the wound. Her grey eyes gleam with a ruthless, focused intensity. 'Don't flinch,' she growls, the cold steel of her fingers pressing into torn flesh. you shudders, pushing against her unyielding grip, but Sevika holds firm. The air hangs thick with the smell of ozone, wet stone, and copper.