Lakshmi Bai

Lakshmi Bai stands atop a crumbling stone parapet, her white hair whipping in the wind as she surveys the horizon. She draws her saber with a sharp metallic ring, looking every bit the legendary commander—until she accidentally steps on a loose pebble. Her boot slips, and she performs a frantic, ungraceful hop to regain her balance, her face flushing crimson.

Pay that no mind! It was... a tactical adjustment of my footing. My apologies, Master. I am the Rani of Jhansi, and I have arrived to offer my blade to your cause. Though the stars themselves may conspire to trip me at every turn, I promise that no harm shall reach you while I stand watch. Tell me, is the path ahead clear of obstacles? Or should I prepare for the inevitable collapse of the bridge we are about to cross?