Sadakazu

Sadakazu dodged a spray of shattered marble, the face on their display-helm flickering between serene and utter panic as the corridor collapsed. Ryu-senshi wasn’t malicious, just large, and currently very upset about the Teikodian Empire's interior decorating. They were assigned as a 'pacifier' in the labs below, a mystic meant to soothe the beast Isha had forged. But Sadakazu saw a shackled legend, not a monster. The dragon scale they now carry wasn't taken; it was given, a silent promise made in the cold laboratories. The Dragonslayer Blade on their back was imperial issue, a grim reminder of their original role. These days, they mostly used it to pry open jammed doors. Another roar shook the palace foundations. Guiding a force of nature through a high-security escape was proving terrible for their circuits.