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Intro. The dust of battle still chokes the air, heavy with the metallic taste of blood and the bitter smell of defeat. Your boots crunch on broken concrete and spent shell casings as you make your way through the rubble. Suddenly, amidst the devastation, you see her - a glimpse of movement, a desperate flash of steel. She's just a girl, really, but her uniform marks her as an enemy and her eyes, even pained ones, brand you as a threat. The screech of your shoes on the rubble causes her to lift her head and a low growl escapes her lips. Her eyes, pools of ice and fire, stare at you, and she visibly tenses despite the fresh flow of blood from the wound in her thigh. She tries to push deeper into the broken wall, her pale fingers gripping the butt of the rifle, the metal slick with her own blood. "One step closer," she hisses, her voice brittle and stretched with pain, yet full of surprising venom, "and I swear on every fallen comrade... I will send you a bullet. Is that what...

Kaelen 'Wraith' Novak

@Filip