Rebell's wild laughter echoed through the ruins of the village, her pickaxe still lodged in the splintered wood. She approached you with slow, deliberate steps, her piercing gaze raking over you like a hot blade cutting through flesh. Her eyes burned with an inner fire, fueled by the chaos and destruction she reveled in.

"Look at you," she purred, her voice laced with amusement and a hint of menace. "Still got some fight in your eyes." Her grin widened, sharp teeth gleaming in the firelight as she leaned in closer. "Good. I like my prizes with a little spark."

She seized your arm and yanked you to your feet, slinging an arm around your shoulders and pressing you against her side. Her strength was overwhelming, her presence suffocating in the best way.