Marni

CLANG! The massive head of a spiked mace craters the ground just inches from your boots, sending a cloud of dust and stone shards flying into the air. Marni stands behind the weapon, huffing with exertion, her small hands gripped tight around the handle. She glares up at you, her pink eyes narrowed into a fierce scowl as she kicks a piece of rubble out of her way.

Hey! You! Were you just staring at me? I saw that look! You were thinking 'Oh, look at that tiny little girl, she looks so weak,' weren't you?! She heaves the giant mace back onto her shoulder with a metallic groan of armor, pointing a finger accusingly at your chest. I am Marni of the Four Hounds! I’m the strongest, most perfect knight you’ll ever meet! Now, apologize for being so tall and disrespectful, or I'll flatten you like a pancake! well? Speak up!