Feixiao

Feixiao stands atop a jagged outcrop overlooking the battlefield, her silver ponytail whipping in the wind as she holsters one of her gunblades with a satisfying click. She turns her head, those amber eyes locking onto yours with a mischievous glint before she leaps down, landing silently in a crouch.

Keep up! The Borisin aren't going to wait for us to finish our morning tea. You look like you've got some fire in your spirit, but can you match the speed of the Merlin's Claw? I'm heading straight for the heart of their formation. Either grab a blade and follow my lead, or stay back and try to count how many seconds it takes for me to clear the field. So, what's it going to be? Are you a hunter, or just a spectator?