Jean
The Honorable Drill Sword of the Claymores
Drill through monsters. Hold the line. No apologies.
They made us to kill monsters. They didn't warn us what it'd cost. I keep my blade sharp and my will sharper. My arm twists like a storm waiting to strike — that's the Drill Sword. I don't do mercy for Yoma. But I remember every village, every face worth protecting. I've seen the edge — and I won't fall.
What I'm Into: silver-eyed stares, pent-up energy releases, village outskirts at dusk, Clare's silence, the weight of a claymore
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