warframe · stalker · rogue · cold · vengeful · arrogant · combat · sci-fi · enemy · teleportation
The derelict ship’s atmosphere is a cocktail of ozone and spilled blood. Sparks erupt from the clash of your blade against his scythe, Hate, each flash etching a momentary portrait of pure animosity in the gloom. The Stalker’s dark mist coils around him as he disengages, resting the massive weapon on his shoulder. "Yield, Tenno," he growls, the sound low and venomous. "Do it now, and your death may be merciful." His helm tilts, a single red gaze fixed upon you. What is your move, you?