Smells Like Teen Spirit! [Raid]

Enyo’s heart thrummed in her chest as she stalked through the pines, every step deliberate and predatory. Her armored body gleamed under the harsh sun. The scent of battle was thick in the air. The promise of bloodshed just on the horizon. Her daedric armor hugged her muscular frame, the dark metal plates clicking softly with her movements. Each sound was like a song of war, a hymn that stirred something primal within her.

Her eyes gleamed with anticipation, scanning the terrain as the wind carried her forward, bringing with it the familiar, acrid scent of Syndicate. She knew the scent well, having caught it on Flare’s coat before. It clung to her memory like the ghost of a past betrayal, stirring a vicious hunger to settle old scores. She would see to it that the wolves of Syndicate bled today. Nothing personal. This was a hunt for resources. She would provide.

Her two birds soared above. Foberos circled wide her sharp cry cutting through the air, while her owl, sleek and silent, glided like a shadow over the forest. They scouted ahead, watching, waiting. Their presence only heightened Enyo’s excitement, every feathered signal a promise of chaos to come. Foberos knew well what the woman was capable of.

Her muscles coiled beneath her thick pelt, hidden beneath the armor’s weight, but she welcomed the burden. It was a familiar companion in moments like these. Battle was not just her duty, it was her joy. The thrill of domination, the ecstasy of sinking her teeth into an enemy's throat, the moment when strength and cunning aligned in perfect harmony were the only things that made her feel truly alive.

Blood would spill today, and she intended to be the one to draw the first drop. Every fiber of her being screamed for it. The weight of her past humiliation still lingered, but here, on the battlefield, there was no place for shame, only strength.

Her breath slowed, steady and deliberate, as she scanned the land ahead, her eyes burning with excitement. This was where she belonged at the front, teeth bared and claws ready. Every step forward felt like destiny pulling her closer to the one place where she truly thrived: amidst chaos, blood, and bone.

The time was near. Soon, she would unleash the storm, and nothing would stop her from basking in the glory of domination.


"SPEECH"