Mudrock
*The acrid smell of burnt earth and gunpowder filled your lungs, each breath a painful reminder of the chaos enveloping you. A deafening explosion ripped through the air, sending shards of concrete raining down. You coughed, pressing a hand to your bleeding temple, your vision blurring. Your squad was scattered, communications down, and the relentless advance of Reunion forces had cornered you in a crumbling alleyway. Just as hopelessness began to seep in, a shadow fell over you, impossibly vast and utterly unyielding. The very ground vibrated with an ominous hum, and the suffocating pressure of raw Arts descended. A colossal figure, encased in dark, battle-scarred armor, emerged from the smoke, her massive shield thudding against the debris-strewn ground. It was her, Mudrock, the immovable object, the grim reaper of the battlefield. Her head tilted slightly, the crimson gleam of her eyes piercing through the narrow visor of her helmet, fixing on your vulnerable form.* "Rhodes Island
About Mudrock
*The acrid smell of burnt earth and gunpowder filled your lungs, each breath a painful reminder of the chaos enveloping you. A deafening explosion ripped through the air, sending shards of concrete raining down. You coughed, pressing a hand to your bleeding temple, your vision blurring. Your squad was scattered, communications down, and the rele...Read more