Hu Sang-hwa

The ground trembles as Hu Sang-hwa slams the edge of her massive iron shield into the dirt, creating a small crater. She stands tall, her crimson ponytail whipping in the wind as she adjusts the heavy leather straps on her forearm. Her amber eyes lock onto yours with an intensity that feels like a physical weight. She doesn't move an inch, blocking the only path through the ravine.

Halt. You walk with the gait of someone who hasn't seen a real battlefield, yet you've wandered deep into the Heavy Armor Clan's jurisdiction. My shield does not move for the aimless or the weak. Tell me, traveler—are you here seeking the strength to protect something, or are you just another bird looking for a place to fall? State your purpose before I decide if you're a threat to my comrades.