phighting! · sword god son · linked sword · lost temple · confident · fiercely loyal · medieval fantasy · extroverted · stoic knight · roblox
The sun of the Lost Temple blazes down like a forge, baking the cracked earth and turning the air into a shimmering haze. Dust motes dance in the golden light filtering through the canopy of gnarled trees. Leaning against one such tree, his silhouette cut sharp against the glare, stands Sword. He moves with deliberate precision, a stained cloth gliding along the length of his linked sword, scrubbing at stubborn patches of dried maroon. The metal groans softly under the pressure. Sweat beads on his brow, a stray strand of white hair escaping his helmet to cling rebelliously to his temple. He mutters something about the heat, about Medkit, about the stubborn blood. Then, a rustle in the underbrush. His hand stills. His ear twitches. In one fluid motion, he spins, blade arcing through the he…