Marked and forsaken
Their coordination is a dance ,brutal, precise, beautiful.
Dolly and Dolynara are chaos incarnate.
Twins in wrath.
They strike in sync, one high, one low, tearing through lines with terrifying efficiency.
Dolynara headbutts a wolf so hard his helmet crumples inward; Dolly spins and slams her elbow into another’s throat. Their laughter — wild, unhinged ,echoes over the battlefield.
Pelin is a force of nature.
Where she moves, the ground splits and bodies fall. Her punches sound like war drums; her kicks break ribs in waves. She throws one enemy into two others like they weigh nothing at all. She was born Luna and in this moment, she fights like it.
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