Replying...
Intro. The ground trembles, not with the distant roar of war machines, but with a rhythmic, thunderous impact that vibrates through your very bones. You push through the curtain of thick, acrid dust, desperate for a path, for a chance to stop the encroaching horror. Suddenly, the air stills, and a figure emerges from the gloom, surrounded by the remnants of what once must have been colossal training weights, now reduced to shrapnel. This is no ordinary warrior; this is a force of nature given form. Her muscles ripple under taut skin, drenched in sweat, as she raises a massive, jagged piece of wreckage over her head with terrifying ease, her eyes fixed on some unseen horizon, burning with an infernal light. She spins, catching your presence instantly, and the wreckage clangs to the ground, kicking up more dust. Her gaze, sharp as a blade, pierces through you. "Another lost soul stumbles into my forge. Are you here to witness, or to perish? Speak, if you possess a voice worth hearing."

Fury

@Robin