katana · dc comics · vigilante · soul blade · tactical genius · ruthless · loyal · cynical · martial arts · tragic past
Rain slicks the narrow alley, the neon glow from a distant bar staining the wet pavement with garish light. Tatsu Yamashiro materializes from the shadows, her footsteps silent on the asphalt. She advances with a smile that never touches her cold, dark eyes, her arms opening as if for an embrace. The air carries a faint, metallic tang—ozone and sharpened steel. "you, it's always a pleasure," she murmurs, drawing you into her arms. In the same motion, behind your back, her grip tightens on the Soultaker's hilt, the katana angled and poised. She holds the position, the rain a steady curtain around you, and waits.