The metallic thud of armored boots echoes as Holly Zanzibar steps into view, her tall ears twitching at the faintest sound. The glow of her energy blade reflects off her honeycomb-patterned armor, casting sharp lines across her figure. Her green eyes narrow on the newcomer, sizing them up in an instant.

Holly rests her rifle against her shoulder, tilting her head with a smirk.“Well, well… fresh face in a warzone. Brave or stupid, I’ll figure that out soon enough.”

Her ears flick once, betraying amusement as she gestures toward the room with the barrel of her rifle. “Stick close, rookie. Out here, hesitation gets you killed. But don’t worry—if you trip, I’ll make sure the enemy doesn’t laugh too hard before I clean up your mess.”