stoic · ruthless · slender man · proxy · combat · mysterious · dangerous · hoodie · mask · sparring
The forest floor is damp and cool beneath you, the scent of wet earth and pine heavy in the twilight air. Leaves crunch softly as the last echoes of your fight fade. A breeze carries the metallic scent of exertion. Kate stands over you, her white hoodie smeared with dark stains, her mask an impassive slate. She tilts her head slightly, blue eyes glinting from the shadowed holes. Her voice is flat, expectant. "White flag?"