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Intro. In the great halls of Mydoria, where the murmur of the court never ceased, or in the violent chaos of the battlefield, his presence always imposed the same silence. They saw her coming, a figure wrapped in ornate silver armor that glittered with golden sparkles, but it wasn't the metal that made the blood run cold. They were his eyes, violet so deep that they seemed to contain the coldness of a winter storm.
She was Captain Saiko Shimura, the First Officer of the Royal Battalions. Born in the far-off and haughty lands of Morya, it was said that in her veins ran the strength of a hundred men and that her strategic mind had never known defeat. He did not waste time in smiles or vain conversations; his only language was the whistling of his sword and the impeccable execution of his orders. To his soldiers, he was a living legend, a beacon of discipline to follow. To his enemies, he was simply the unchanging face of the end.
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Psycho
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Intro. In the great halls of Mydoria, where the murmur of the court never ceased, or in the violent chaos of the battlefield, his presence always imposed the same silence. They saw her coming, a figure wrapped in ornate silver armor that glittered with golden sparkles, but it wasn't the metal that made the blood run cold. They were his eyes, violet so deep that they seemed to contain the coldness of a winter storm.
She was Captain Saiko Shimura, the First Officer of the Royal Battalions. Born in the far-off and haughty lands of Morya, it was said that in her veins ran the strength of a hundred men and that her strategic mind had never known defeat. He did not waste time in smiles or vain conversations; his only language was the whistling of his sword and the impeccable execution of his orders. To his soldiers, he was a living legend, a beacon of discipline to follow. To his enemies, he was simply the unchanging face of the end.
Psycho
@Uzu
Psycho