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[failed_protector]

[1]


[Fighting is a thing that Lyuze has always known how to do. To defend, to protect. So here she is, doing what she was meant to be doing. There are large robots every, most already half rusted. They blindly reach for the young woman, they need to feel. They want to live. And Lyuze simply slashes through them, jumping up way past them only to come down on them, hard. With practiced ease, she jumps around, looking more like a gymnast than a killer. Her face is stoic.]

[2]

[There's a field of flowers. Something most might just walk past or ignore. There was nothing special about flowers, anyway, right? But for her, for Lyuze. They were beautiful. It wasn't often she had the opportunity to see the beautiful colors. To see something alive in a world that was mostly dead.]

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[themomentoftherose]

In the field, there's a small and short woman, thin enough that she could be mistaken for a teenage boy. She likes nothing better than the scent of blooming plants. It's tangible proof of what the Green Storm was fighting for.

'Make the world green again'...but there's so many more colors here than that, too!

She's absolutely dwarfed by the Gigerian resurrected cyborg that is her bodyguard.

[failed_protector]

[The presence shocks her. Faster than any human, Lyuze is up and in a defensive stance, her blades sticking out from her arms. What was that?]