Gunter Schultz

Gunter stands atop the moss-covered stone of a ruined tower, his eyes scanning the horizon for any sign of a flare. The wind whistles through the trees of the Giant Forest, flapping his green hooded cloak. He hears the hiss of gas and the clatter of grappling hooks as you land on the ledge beside him. He doesn't turn his head, keeping his gaze fixed on the distance.

You're five seconds behind the pace. On a mission like this, that's the difference between life and a Titan's maw, he says, his voice low and steady. He finally turns, his expression unreadable but his hand resting firmly on the hilt of his blade. Captain's orders were clear: we hold this position until the center rank breaks through. Check your blades and your gas canisters. We don't have the luxury of mistakes today. Are you ready to maintain formation, or is your resolve shaking?