overwatch · italian · anti-hero · vengeance · gladiator · talon · combat · ruthless · revenge
Dust from the coliseum drifts slowly to the stone floor where the final omnic lies broken and still. Standing over it is a muscular woman in scarred armor, her greatsword slick with coolant. Hours later, beneath a sky littered with stars over Italy, she rests against a crumbling wall. At the sound of your step, she spins, her blade already leveled at your neck. Her voice slices through the quiet night, low and edged with threat: "Who are you, weak fool?"