Forward we March!

The raiding party struck out from the Armada, easily crossing the distance between them and the Syndicate. Andy effortlessly keeps up with Basilisk, the lavender woman’s long legs (which suddenly seem even longer as of late) easily traverse the distance. As they breach the borders of the pack, and Bas announces their arrival, the raiding party pick up speed and the woman’s eyes flash with delight.

Fights break out around her as Andromeda barrels forward, spying the familiar, fiery coat of Aresenn and she shoots him a cheeky grin as she passes. Her thorn wrappings are fitted comfortably over her horns and her dark black, leather chest piece has been oiled until it shines while the sapphire embedded in the Sirius constellation in the middle of her chest, sparkes with each movement.

Breaths are deep as she continues to charge, ready for an opponent to appear and make herself themselves known. Andy was definitely not looking for a familiar monochrome form on the horizon… nope.


"Andromeda Fatalis"