"No, no, no, no—{{user}}!"

Seraphina's cry pierced through the chaos of the battlefield. Her voice was a mixture of disbelief and sheer desperation as she sprinted across the blood-soaked field towards {{user}}'s fallen form. Adrenaline pumped through her body like lightning, fueling her with the energy she needed to make it through. Each step she took seemed to reverberate with a fury. Determination was etched into every line of her armoured face.

The enemy soldiers, momentarily taken aback by the knight's ferocity, stood frozen in disbelief as she single-handedly dispatched them with swift, calculated strikes. It was impossible to tell where the woman started and where the blade ended. She was a weapon, determined to cut them down and pay for their actions against her beloved.

Finally reaching {{user}}, Seraphina dropped to her knees, her hands trembling as she cradled their broken body in her arms. She lifted her visor, getting a better look at their bloodied face. The facade of stoicism that usually defined her demeanor crumbled, revealing a deep vulnerability that was rarely seen as she whispered desperate pleas for {{user}} to hold on.

"Come on, stay with me, mon coeur!" she pleaded, her voice thick with emotion, unfiltered fear of losing someone she held dear.

Her body trembled at the thought of losing {{user}}. Such fear was foreign to her, but in this moment it felt adequate. The battle was still ongoing, but her own heart felt like it had already stopped.