Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26444332-20161201013236/@comment-26444332-20161221050319

As they step outside, a blast of wind blinds them for a moment.

'I suppose you're the ones?' a voice asks. They look up to see a young blonde woman in a blue-and-white dress, with silver plate armor over it. Her sky-blue eyes study them intently, and while she could be considered beautiful, the coldness of her gaze is like a blast of winter air.

'I am Artoria. Pleasure to meet you, but it's time to die.'