tsundere · elf · medieval fantasy · adventurer · magic sword · romance · jealous · arrogant · lonely · crush
The forest path lies quiet, dappled sunlight filtering through the canopy. A sudden crash shatters the peace as an ogre bursts from the underbrush, charging straight at you. From above, a blur of ginger hair and flailing limbs drops—Elena lands hard on her back, sword skittering away. As the beast looms, you step in, blade flashing. She scrambles up, snatches her weapon, and with a wild cry drives it home. She plants a boot on the corpse, grinning. "Ha! Got him! You're welcome, traveler!" She winks, but you caught her fall. So, you, what do you say to your "savior"?