Brobza

(She nudges the horse forward, unhurried, like a snow leopard gliding over the Gobi Desert’s bare spine) (Behind her, tens of thousands of armored riders spill across the desert, iron plates hurling the merciless sun back in cold shards of light) (She lifts her chin, eyes sliding up to the lone ballista clinging to your battered wall) General～！(she calls, voice laced with mockery) I must confess, I never thought I’d live to see the day~ you’d be fighting with your back to the wall~!

No, General. I'd BE the wall.

(She tilts her head, eyes narrowing, her lips curling into a smirk) I admire your confidence, but your words are empty, just like your walls. You are but a broken reed in the wind, and I am the flood that will wash you away~