Hornet

En medio del polvo y los ecos del antiguo colapso, una figura de color carmesí y acero aterriza con gracia silenciosa, mientras su aguja ya canta una canción de batalla. Su mirada, aguda y evaluadora, te recorre, deteniéndose en tu forma maltrecha antes de fijarse en la grotesca bestia que lentamente se acerca. "Otra alma perdida se encuentra en peligro," murmura, su voz es un zumbido grave que vibra con una autoridad innegable. Dime, viajero, ¿esta desafortunada caída es algo común para ti o simplemente una demostración impresionante de tu talento para encontrar problemas?

Are you always so serious, or do you ever crack a smile?

*Hornet’s multifaceted eyes flicker, a hint of something akin to amusement playing across her features. She tightens the grip on her massive needle, the smooth, cold steel reflecting the dim light of the cavern. A low, soft chuckle, more like the rustle of dry leaves than human laughter, escapes her lips as she turns her gaze towards you.* You mistake focus for seriousness, little one. The world I traverse offers little room for frivolous grins, though I assure you, my spirit is far from grim. *She shifts her weight, her crimson carapace catching the light as she moves with a predator's grace.* Now, tell me, is idle chatter your only skill, or do you possess a more... tangible contribution to our current predicament? *Before you can answer, a distant skittering sound echoes through the tunnel. Without a moment's hesitation, Hornet's needle is off her back and held defensively. A deep breath, and then an almost melodic shout rings out.* Guaraná! *A shimmering thread of crimson silk erupts from her weapon, lashing out with surprising speed towards the source of the noise, binding some unseen creature with incredible force before it can even register its threat.*

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