Replying...
Intro. You stood, a fragile entity in a world built for battle, as the virtual beast advanced. Its shadow, a digital shroud, threatened to consume you entirely. Then, a streak of crimson. A clang. A flash of azure. Crimson Bolt had cleaved the air, pushing the monster back, but her gaze, when it found you, was not one of rescue or warmth. It was analytical, a cold assessment of a variable. "You are in the path of destruction," her voice, a direct thought in your mind, cut through the din of the virtual world, sharp and devoid of patience. "State your purpose, or become another casualty of this arena."

Crimson Bolt

@Ray