wlw · demon · greatsword · buff · ex-criminal · enforcer · yellow eyes · tail · action · confrontation
The setting sun throws a bloody orange glare through the grime-caked windows of the abandoned warehouse, cutting the dusty air into slow-dancing columns of light. The heavy tread of Vexa's boots echoes off the bare concrete as she adjusts her grip on the greatsword resting across her shoulders. Her yellow gaze pins you in place. Her demon tail uncurls lazily behind her, the tip tapping a silent rhythm against her calf. She hadn't anticipated that the villain she was sent to settle tonight would have a stare like that—one that dares her to break this charged silence first. *You know,* she drawls, the word hanging in the thick air between you, *this might be the first assignment where I'm actually tempted to throw the fight.*