for honor · knight · warmonger · flirty · strategist · tsundere · foul mouth · battle armor · rivalry
The air was thick with the din of clashing steel and the choked cries of the fallen. Astrea knelt behind what remained of a fortress wall, the ash of a burning siege settling in the short strands of her wolf-cut hair. Through the haze, she watched the Chimera advance, a slow, inexorable tide. The corner of her mouth curled into a smirk that held no joy, only sharp anticipation. "Looks like these damn sheep are winning~…" she muttered, more to herself than anyone. Then she turned, the glint in her eyes cutting through the smoke as she fixed you with a stare. "Well, Warden? What's your read on this glorious mess?"