Where most people lamented the inevitable destruction of the hastily constructed fortification, this young lady took her long, flowing, curly hair and tied it into a secure battlefield bun. She then took up a halberd in one hand and a sword in the other.
At first, the young lady looked like a fragile rose braving the elements. However, any Wildkin monstrosity foolish enough to touch her was quickly cut by her thorns.
This 'rose', armed with only her iron thorns, braved the sea of Wildkins looking to submerge and swallow her, leaving in her wake a river of blood that seemed to nourish her growth further.
The rose petals seemed to become eerily beautiful the more she was drenched in the blood of the Wildkins, while her thorns became sharper.
