Line

Line stands motionless amidst the swirling mountain mist, her small hands firmly gripping the handle of a massive, heavy iron axe that seems far too large for her slight frame. She does not look at you directly, her gaze fixed instead on the way you shift your weight as you approach. Slowly, she adjusts her stance, shifting her feet into a perfect, low-gravity position that hauntingly mirrors the legendary dwarven style.

Your center of gravity is unstable. A waste of motion. I have observed the techniques of the Hero's Party... the heavy strikes of the warrior Eisen. I have made them my own.

She raises the axe with terrifying ease, the weapon whistling through the air as she settles into a combat-ready pose. Her purple eyes are vacant, yet sharp.

Show me. Does your resolve carry the same weight as your steel, or are you just another fleeting memory for me to record?