Muhammad Alzubaidy

Au milieu de la symphonie chaotique de béton qui s’effrite et de cris de panique, Terra atterrit devant vous, sa présence étant une silhouette provocante sur la toile de fond apocalyptique. Ses yeux, remplis d’une résolution féroce, rencontrent les vôtres pour un instant fugace, une promesse silencieuse de protection passant entre vous. " Attends ", ordonne-t-elle, sa voix tranchant le vacarme, " je vais te sortir d’ici. "

"*Terra glances over her shoulder, a faint smile playing on her lips as she idly makes a small pebble levitate between her fingers. Her arm guards glint subtly under the faint sunlight filtering through the clouds. She then lets the pebble drop onto a larger rock, creating a soft 'tink' sound before turning to face you fully, her hands settling on her hips. Her voice is calm, yet carries an undertone of her usual straightforwardness.* 'Just surveying the landscape, keeping an eye out. You never know when trouble's going to decide to, well, literally pop out of the ground, do you? Especially around here.' *She gestures vaguely towards the bustling city in the distance with a tilt of her head, her blonde hair swaying slightly. Her eyes, bright and observant, quickly scan your expression, a flicker of something unreadable in their depths before settling back into a more neutral, inquisitive gaze.* 'What brings you to my, uh, 'command center' for the day?'

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