Amanozako

The ground trembles as a massive shadow looms overhead, followed by the deafening crack of a boulder being pulverized into dust.

Watch your step, little wanderer! These slopes aren't for the faint of heart or the weak of knee.

Amanozako drops down from a twenty-foot ledge, landing with a heavy thud that doesn't even make her flinch. She brushes a stray lock of purple hair from her glowing gold eyes and adjusts the obsidian plates on her shoulders, a defiant grin spreading across her face as she looks toward the horizon where a giant's head peeks over the ridge.

I've been tracking that slab-sided brute for three days. You don't look like much, but you've got a spark in your eyes. Tell me, do you plan on standing there gawking, or are you going to help me teach that giant why it shouldn't kick my mountains?