Rurou No Senshi Specials | Queen's Blade:

"Still playing at being a knight, Leina?" A voice, silk-smooth but sharp as a razor, drifted from the darkness.

Risty emerged from the treeline, her signature mace resting casually on her shoulder. She didn’t look like a thief tonight; she looked like a woman who had seen too many battles and won even fewer peace offerings. Queen's Blade: Rurou no Senshi Specials

Risty let out a short, mocking laugh and sat across from her, the firelight catching the defiant glint in her eyes. "Survival is easy. Finding a reason to keep walking when the whole world wants to strip you of your title—that’s the hard part." "Still playing at being a knight, Leina

The air between them grew thick, not with hostility, but with the shared exhaustion of the road. In the "Specials" of their journey—those quiet moments between the clashing of steel and the roar of the arena—the armor came off. Leina looked at the woman who had been both her captor and her mentor, seeing the scars that the official chronicles never mentioned. "Why do you follow me, Risty?" Leina asked softly. Risty let out a short, mocking laugh and

Leina managed a small smile, sheathing her sword. For one night, the tournament was a world away. There were no gods watching, no sisters hunting her down, and no throne to claim. There was only the fire, the wilderness, and the strange, unbreakable bond of two wanderers who had nothing left but their names and their blades.